Northern Sen Republic, General Lumar's front-line command post.
It's more of a sturdy fortress built within an abandoned mine than a command post.
The mine tunnel deep in the mountain has been temporarily set up as the command center and barracks, with sandbags and thick logs piled at the entrance, heavy machine guns mounted.
The air inside the cave is murky, filled with the smell of sweat, cheap tobacco, and engine oil. Under the dim emergency lights, the staff officers are gathered around a massive wooden map table, covered with scratches and stains, the atmosphere oppressive like the calm before a storm.
In the center of the command post, General Lumar is like a lion trapped in an iron cage.
He is robust, wearing a camouflage uniform stained with mud, the stars on his shoulders dull under the dim light.
His hands are pressed against the table edge, knuckles white from the force, bloodshot eyes glaring at the old television screen hanging on the rock wall.
