Timeline: TC1853.11.15 (Late Evening)
Location: Seven Peaks — Command Center
Coop had been quiet through the military planning, through the technical solutions, through the medical preparations. Watching. Processing. His cybernetic eyes had been flickering for six hours straight — Raven could see the faint blue pulse, faster than she'd ever seen it. Whatever he'd been running in that augmented brain, it had been running hard.
"The political problem," he said.
The room shifted. This was the piece everyone had been waiting for without knowing they were waiting for it. They'd spent the last hour solving problems they understood — formations, medicine, tactics. Coop's domain was the one that kept them up at night. The one where being right didn't matter if you couldn't control how the story got told.
