Command Awakened

Stiffness cracked away from my knees. I am upright on the turret deck, lead armor beneath my boots. Perimeter scan: green transport trucks secured on both flanks, infantry holding ranks across the wooden boards. Straight ahead, an unidentified white ridge lines the floorboards. I rotated my raised right wrist—movement confirmed. Fingers flexed, gripping the command stance. We hold this sector. Tank armor solid underfoot, convoy intact. Alert status active.