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In the heart of the underground command center, bathed in the cold glow of monitors and flashing lights, General Abraxas stood amidst the maze of high-tech equipment. His officer's purple suit seemed almost out of place among the much less opulently uniformed figures seated at their stations, their fingers dancing over keyboards and control panels.
Above them, a giant screen dominated the wall, showing a live feed of the chaotic skies where giant lizards soared with terrifying grace and shocking speed. The general's eyes, usually steady pools of strategic calm, now burned with a seething rage as he scanned the data streaming in on the screen.
'Freaking aliens!'
Clearing his throat, he addressed the room with a voice that resonated with a mix of grief and unwavering resolve. "Initiate protocol Delta. Launch the tactical nuclear rockets. I will not stand idly by while these extraterrestrial aggressors threaten our very existence."
