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The dim glow of the LED algae barely cut through the thick oceanic mist as the Vanguards patrolled their sector. Solitary and stern, one guardian led the unit with unyielding resolve, every tentacle movement precise, every command calculated. There was no room for error, especially with the Chromajellies lurking in the shadows. But paranoia had a way of creeping into his thoughts, twisting routine patrols into tense standoffs against imagined foes. He scanned the depths tirelessly, convinced a Chromajelly ambush was a breath away. It wasn't until an errant data signal, masquerading as an enemy ping, had them chasing ghosts in the depths. Frustration gave way to a sharp realization: in his rigid discipline, he might be leading them into the very chaos he sought to prevent.