Reclaimer : "Little did I know that the first thing I would need to reclaim would come to me."

[Reclaimer Command]: "Pack it in, soldier. We're terminating this sim now. We've got a blip headed in bound. You've just officially graduated from the Reclaimer Program."

Reclaimer: Copy that. Just clearing out the last of your little traps now. You really need to make these harder.

[Reclaimer Command]: "First of all, those are not 'traps', let alone mine. They're programmed by the computer to teach you tactics."

"Secondly, 'harder' has just found you. We want you to check out whatever's headed our way. In fact, at the rate it's moving, it's going to be on you in a matter of minutes. Time to put on your game face."

Reclaimer: "I've always had my 'game face' on. It's the only thing that's still mine."

"But I played their game, and found and quickly found out it was anything but. Everything was changing, and the universe was already beginning to spiral into insanity, violence, bloodshed."

Copy, sir. Headed to the armory to trade these dummy weapons for something with a little more OOMF, then I'll check out your bogey.

"The world was about to change, and I would find that I had a front row seat."

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