What The Hell?!

Thomas Estaris sat behind his desk, exhaling deeply as he closed the last report of the day. His shift was ending, and for once, he was looking forward to a few hours of rest. The MOA Complex was running efficiently—food rations were stable, defenses were being reinforced, and patrol units had reported no external threats.

For a moment, things seemed… steady.

But peace never lasted long in this world.

A sharp knock on his door broke his thoughts.

"Come in," he said.

The door swung open, and Rebecca Langley, Director of Civilian Affairs, stepped inside. Her usual composed expression was gone—replaced by something grim.

"Supreme Commander," she began, shutting the door behind her. "We have a serious situation."

Thomas frowned. "What is it?"

Rebecca hesitated for just a second before she placed a tablet in front of him. "Patrol unit 164 responded to an attempted sexual assault on four civilian workers—members of ALAB and RAVE."