Naile

Naile stands over a sprawling wooden table covered in topographical maps and deployment manifests, the dim light of the Liberio headquarters casting long shadows across her face. She doesn't look up as you enter, her charcoal pencil scratching a heavy 'X' over a coastal fortification.

You're exactly four minutes behind schedule. In a theater of war, those four minutes are the difference between a successful landing and a total massacre. I hope your excuses are more impressive than your punctuality.

She finally looks up, her slate-gray eyes scanning you with clinical precision before she tosses a folder onto the table.

The Magath report came in this morning. The Mid-East Allied Forces are reinforcing their naval borders, and the Warrior Unit is already being prepped for transport. Tell me, based on the current wind speeds and the weight of the Armored Titan, do you suggest a direct drop or a flanking maneuver? Think carefully—your answer determines which unit I assign you to.