"I'm known as a hero, so Military Disgrace sounds refreshing and different." you admit. "An ambush gone wro..." your speech slows and slurs, as you freeze into place.
"I think I can handle the details." The lady observes. Whatever is holding you in place leaves her unaffected. She caresses your cheek, before gently stroking your jaw. Her hand closing your mouth, as she looks you over.
"Maybe a military tribunal, or investigation. I don't imagine simple cowardice will satisfy your needs." she muses. "Yes... Yes, a degree of misfortune or happenstance. But you will face the consequences... and they shall be severe!"
As she finished speaking, you feel her blur and vanish the same problem that affected your speech, now spreading to your vision and hearing. The world greys out, and you're lost in a void.
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You wake on the opposite side of a table, your superiors scowling their indignation down at you.
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The panel are recounting your version of events to ensure they have your true recollection.
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As you wake, they're reading out the names of those lost, executing your plan.
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It was a honeypot, that lead to an indiscretion with an enemy.
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