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Round 1 | First Leg HOME AWAY HOME AWAY Rio Brianco (CA) 3-0 Mynás Sae Marco 2-1 U. Carraizal Cuchalpa 0-2 Bixas Salatepense 0-0 Isportivo Ryxenia Carraizal 3-1 Garravas U. Pinichaca 1-1 Dyportivo Monte Veljo Ryxtylopiana 0-1 Sportivo Aureano Pavinas 3-2 Ponta Larga Ferravario 2-1 Palatense Rio Priava 4-1 U. Saxatí U. Ryxenia 3-1 Pestalpinense Rio Brianco Aureano 2-0 Aureano (EL) Sae Liarvas 3-0 U. Cantríxa Libirtad 0-1 Partanaense Trichanacó 3-3 Pinichaca Pastí 2-2 Mayvás Qixas 5-0 Dalperopé Raquivas 4-0 Ryxtylopiense di Saxatí Bai'ia Talapinté 0-3 Bai'ia Tripartí 2-2 Garvani Dyportivo Kil'nicá 3-2 Parilipense Vynitiná 1-1 Yalaperinte Sainto Andrae 0-2 Alatépa Liipíca 2-0 Rio Brianco (YL) Pinilaca 0-3 Tirilpense Abanderades 1-3 Myvas Mytapixas 6-1 Monte Brianco Itibaiano 2-2 Iltapés Dyportivo Progresso 2-4 Ypraí Golfo 4-3 Dyportivo Mytapixense Tsalapaní 1-1 Cantrixense Sport Hertalpás 3-0 Monte Vardi

Matchday 6 1 - 2 1 - 1 Ypraí Qixas Raquivas Pinilaca Danté Braxaias 47' Lardo Dispalté 19' Julio Dixitalpe 35' Marco Avixé 68' Marco Ciaspatela 23' 5 - 3 2 - 4 Rio Priava Pinichaca Sportivo Aureano Myvas Inzé Fransquixa 22' Inzé Fransquixa 37' Luque Pirrava 45'+1 Rafarre Ponté 70' Pablo Desquirrivia 76' Inrique Vascarro 58' Inrique Vascarro 73' Emailio Taracana 87' Marco Lapanté 44' Inrique Miltía 71' Andreís Vixiltepa 38' Randé Lisquerva 53' Randé Lisquerva 65' Lardo Zilta 90'+2 Randé Lisquerva 70' 3 - 5 0 - 1 Tirilpense Mytapixense Tsalapaní Mytapixas Ernysto Disquivarria 40' Pablo Livattí 59' Pablo Livattí 66' Pablo Livattí 70' Tincho Biaxas 74' Marco Caxica 11' Marco Caxica 76' Julio Barrasqué 57' Fiago Xialtepa 62' Andreís Viliaxa 74' (P) Julio Barrasqué 37' Varrasco Liniae 58' Marves Xilva 59' 0 - 3 0 - 2 U. Ryxenia Isportivo U. Saxatí Iltapés Ezicaiel Riavas 18' Julian Firverria 31' Rauíl Barravez 59' Rauíl Barravez 70' Altimo Braxas 38' Andreís Riavas 71' Randé Xivascarra 50' Carrete Distifexa 49' Dainté Pisquepa 83' Danté Virapa 58' 2 - 2 3 - 3 Bixas Garvani Cantrixense Ferravario Andreís Richava 45' Lardo Zinche 79' Esteban Varrazqué 20' Esteban Varrazqué 64' Andreís Diavarra 17' Lardo Barrasqué 30' Rauíl Disquiverria 71' Enrico Astiveilla 80' Franco Xilvas 39' Franco Xilvas 55' Theo Barrasqué 80' (P) 0 - 0 Carraizal Vynitiná Lardo A. Viapas 60' Pos Club PLD W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Mytapixas 6 5 1 0 10 5 4 16 2 Rio Priava 6 5 0 1 17 8 9 15 3 Cantrixense 6 3 3 0 13 6 7 12 4 Isportivo 6 4 0 2 9 7 2 12 5 Qixas 6 3 2 1 9 6 3 11 6 Pinichaca 6 3 2 1 8 7 1 11 7 U. Ryxenia 6 3 2 1 5 5 0 11 8 Dyportivo Mytapixense 6 3 1 2 16 11 5 10 9 Iltapés 6 3 1 2 7 7 0 10 10 Tirilpense 6 3 0 3 11 9 2 9 11 Ypraí 6 2 3 1 6 4 2 9 12 Myvas 6 2 2 2 8 7 1 8 13 Garvani 6 2 2 2 8 9 -1 8 14 Carraizal 6 2 2 2 4 7 -3 8 15 Raquivas 6 2 1 3 12 14 -2 7 16 Ferravario 6 2 1 3 7 9 -2 7 17 Bixas 6 1 3 2 7 8 -1 6 18 Tsalapaní 6 1 0 5 3 6 -3 3 19 Vynitiná 6 0 3 3 4 9 -5 3 20 U. Saxatí 6 1 0 5 3 8 -5 2 21 Sportivo Aureano 6 0 2 4 7 13 -6 2 22 Pinilaca 6 0 1 5 2 11 -9 1

Part 5 the Petit Auvers neighborhood Agentum, La Havre Yves and Adrian are leaned up against a black sedan, with the gentle morning breeze billowing their clothes. Adrian looked down at a wristwatch. Eight on the dot. He looked back up to Yves. They exchanged nods. Yves began walking away from the sedan as Adrian reached underneath it. Adrian stood up with a rifle by his thigh. Yves walked a couple buildings down, until he reached one with an alley, which he slipped into. The dirt alley had a small step-ladder leading to the house on the left’s roof. Yves ascended the ladder and came upon a rifle bag. He unzipped the bag in a hurry and brought his rifle to bear. He kept it flat against the roof, and watched Adrian’s silhouette. Adrian limbered the rifle into position. A short and sharp exhale. Adrian tightened up. Rifle leveled. POP POP POP POP POP BRZZZZZZZZZT An enormous fireball leapt from the power station to the sidewalk. Yves watched as the flame hooked around Adrian and set his hoodie ablaze. Yves set down his rifle and jumped off of the roof to the ground. He began sprinting, wincing at the very hurt soles of his feet. Adrian rolled on the ground, attempting to take the still blazing hoodie off his body. Yves reached Adrian, both gasping for air. “Roll to the other side!” Yves yelled. He took off his own jacket to smother the flame. He whipped his head to the side and caught a glimpse of the target. It was a large transformer box. Multiple holes in its side spewed flames across to another transformer box. BRRRZZTTTTT A waft of flame shot out past a chain-link fence and onto the street. Grass and leaves caught flame, and so did Yves’ pants. Yves skipped on his toes as he tried to out the fledgling fire on his ankles. the Molae neighborhood Agentum, La Havre Caspar and Gil stood next to a parked car. Gil, wearing a military-like jacket with large breast and abdomen pockets, faced more towards the Immigration Services building than Caspar. A tobacco pack darted between Gil’s teeth as he reached into his pocket, with a radio’s speaker poking out. CED [Central Emergency Dispatch] to All Available Units, Call for Fire Suppression and EMS at Rue Roulier Power Transmission Station Gil and Caspar became stiffer than statues. We have an electrical fire and secondary grass and vehicle fires in and around the transmission station. All available foam and water pumper trucks report to adjoining streets to begin fire suppression. EMS radio net notified of two young males with severe burns requiring medical treatment. Baie Mouchetée Power notified of fire and power outage. Gil and Caspar looked at each other. “You’re thinking,” Gil said. He stopped as Caspar nodded his head. Caspar shook his head and clapped his hands against his legs. Caspar reached for a guitar case on the ground and opened it. He reached for a lapel microphone and tapped it. “Execute, Execute, Execute,” Caspar said with clenched teeth distorting his command. He stood up and passed a rifle to Gil, who took it and reached into his jacket. Gil pulled out a ski-mask and donned it in an instant. Caspar and Gil ran down the street towards the Immigration Services building. Around a dozen men emerged from the streets with rifles drawn. Two men posted up against the building beside the double doors. They opened the doors and the men flooded in. Caspar, then Gil ran in through the doors only to be greeted by an ear splitting wail. Gil came into a lobby area where there were two doors, an employee door and an entry door. One of the guerrillas had a foot in the employee door with his rifle pointed into the opening. “Stop or you’re dead!” the guerrilla yelled. Caspar, Gil, and many other men filed in through the employee door to the inner halls of the complex. Gil watched as the men filed in. He positioned himself at the ready for the apartment right next to him, with two other men joining him. “It’s a fucking bandit alarm boss, what do we do?” “We change the plan. Bang the door on the first floor and each one as we go, we’re gonna have to do it quickly.” Gil cocked his head up and raised his rifle. He nodded towards the man nearest to him, who in short order began kicking the door. BAM! BAM! BREAK! The door moved slightly off its frame, and the guerrilla kicked the door open again for good measure. Gil kept his rifle raised as he went into the shotgun style apartment: a narrow hallway with off-shoots on the side. Gil took the path immediately to his left and came to a quiet room. A couch, a TV, a grandma in a gold-leaf picture frame. A bookshelf filled with text in another language. Gil got on his radio. “Apartment One Clear! Something’s up. This place is empty.” “Apartment Two Clear, no hostiles.” “Starting Apartment Three. Hold the air.” Gil and his guerrillas marched out of the apartment with their rifles lowered. By the time they reached the hallway, the crash of a busted down door echoed down to their ears. Gil looked around before talking into his radio. “This is a setup boss, we have to exfil.” Caspar came back down the stairs, past some guerrillas posted in defensive positions, and walked to the reception desk. A lone worker, an old Danav man, sat on the ground with his hands up. Caspar stared at the man. “I don’t know a thing,” the man said. “Sure you don't,” Caspar said. POP! The old man fell over dead, grey matter and blood painting the floor beneath a desk behind him. Caspar got on the radio. “All units, we are breaking contact and evack-ing. Squad D, what’s it like outside?” “Squad D to Red Hand Actual, lots of sirens coming our way. You sure it’s just the bandit alarm?” “Hold position and provide cover. We’ll be on the main road.” Gil came outside with the rest of the men when he looked up to the road he had just come from. A Chacal armored transport vehicle came to a screeching halt, and cocked to one side with its side doors flying open. Men and women in uniform with rifles were quick to take up shooting positions. A shaking guerrilla clapped the barrel of their rifle against the hood of a nearby car, and an errant bullet skated across the pavement. Gunfire erupted from all sides. The echoing made speech vanish. Even individual gunshots seemed to disappear in the sea of noise. Gil hunched over and skittered behind parked cars until he got to the building’s corner. “GET DOWN THE HILL!” That was Caspar’s shriek. Gil went to one knee and let out a wave of bullets. The rifle’s receiver clicked open, and he loaded a new magazine in a smooth motion. He let out the entire magazine once again as guerrillas ran behind him. Gil got up as another guerrilla took his place to provide cover. He caught a glimpse of Caspar. Caspar covered one hand with the other. The left forearm of his jacket was shredded, and covered in fresh blood. Clara and Lamar ran with their rifles held high. They went down a sloping street as gunfire echoed all around. Shooting nearby, rifle fire in the opposite direction, random shots from the armored vehicle. The armored vehicle itself began to move again, its diesel engine belched smoke out the tailpipe as it smashed past a 20 year old sedan. “The guy with the beret,” Lamar shouted. “That has to be Caspar Husel!” “Stay close, these guys are serious!” Clara said. “Wait!” Lamar bounded down an alley, a blood trail between his boots. Clara and a couple policemen followed Lamar’s lead. Lamar turned again to a skinny stairwell alley. A couple shots rang out. Clara sprinted and came to the stairwell. Lamar was slumped against a stone wall at the bottom. Clara lifted her rifle as she made her way down the stairs. She took short, sharp breaths as her hands shook. A policeman was ready with his rifle right behind her. Once they reached the bottom, the policeman peeked around the corner for a second and held up hand. Five fingers, a palm pushed away twice. Clara readied herself behind the policeman. Four more policemen gathered behind her, with two putting their rifles away, with hands aimed towards Lamar. Clara and the policemen came out of the alley with bullets flying. The group of five men guerrillas were peppered with rifle fire. Both groups took cover in building doorways and short walls. A guerrilla let out a cry of pain. Clara ducked and ran across the narrow alley. Sporadic shots tore apart the stucco facade of the stone buildings. A policeman’s gunfire died down. The guerrillas ran. “Help me! Heeeeelp!” a guerrilla yelled, reaching out at his fleeing comrades. Clara ran forward until she was far ahead of the group. She came to a series of wide stairs, alone. Her rifle was low. Ringing ears made looking around more difficult. She saw two figures as they limped along the river. “Repertor!” a shout came from the broad alley. Clara walked towards the limping figures as they dipped down the riverbank. She drew nearer, her breath now slow and shallow. She raised her rifle up as she came to the figures. It was Caspar, and Gil. Both of them had many bullet wounds, and were coughing in agony. Gil was kneeling, with his rifle at his side. Caspar had no weapon, and was simply holding onto life. Caspar turned around. So did Gil. “Gil. Put the rifle down,” Caspar said, his voice fluttered in the morning air. Gil let out a hoarse sigh. “We give up,” Caspar continued. “Finished.” “You still believe?” Clara said. Caspar looked up with a puzzled yet bloody eye. “Yeah,” Caspar said, half a question, half an answer. POP POP POP POP POP

Round 8 Pre-Qualifying Briefing – Autodromo di Vynitiná, Ryxtylopia Track Length: 6.0 km Laps: 60 Conditions: Scorching 31°C, gusty crosswinds on the back straight Overtaking Difficulty: Low (tight final sector) Bias: Power + Slipstream circuits Weather: Dry but unstable air — distant thunder threatening a surprise Heading In Championship: Maric (197 pts) vs. Raikkovic (181 pts) — only 16 points apart. Constructors: Zvesda vs. Valkyrie — equally tight. Dark Horses: Viiding (Cambrias) and Deering (CopperUA) both mathematically still in the hunt for P3 overall. Round 8 Qualifying – Autodromo di Vynitiná, Ryxtylopia Qualifying Headlines “Maric Grabs Pole — but Faces Investigation as Viiding & Raikkovic Loom!” Sasha Maric narrowly claims pole by 0.017 seconds, but his unsafe rejoin could cost him. Viiding continues his late-season form surge, nearly clinching a second pole. Deering furious after catching traffic; radio message: “That lap was mine.” Mytapixas fans went from heart-in-mouths to euphoria after Carraizé recovered from his spin. The paddock waits anxiously — if stewards penalize Maric, Viiding will start from pole for the season finale. Round 8 Pre Race – Autodromo di Vynitiná Grand Prix (Season Finale) Weather: Sunny start → Storm mid-race → Dry sprint finish Laps: 60 Track Length: 6 km Crowd: 230 000 screaming fans Pole: Eduard Viiding (Cambrias Aurora) after Maric’s 5-place grid penalty Pre-Race Drama Maric is demoted to P6 for unsafe re-entry in qualifying. Valkyrie engineers argue the decision; Zvesda quietly celebrate. The Constructors’ title stands at Zvesda 221 pts vs Valkyrie 197 pts — still alive if both Valkyries finish top-4. Thunderheads build on the horizon; FIA warns of possible mid-race downpour. Round 8 Race – Autodromo di Vynitiná Grand Prix (Season Finale) Final Championship Outcome Drivers’ Champion: Misha Raikkovic (Zvesda Auto Formula) Wins by 2 points after Maric’s heartbreak. Constructors’ Champion: Zvesda Auto Formula Vanscoski’s 6th place sealed the crown. Final Drivers’ Championship Standings Final Constructors' Championship Standings

Matchday 5 1 - 1 0 - 2 Carraizal Ypraí Vynitiná Cantrixense Andreís Sarvindé 54' Marco Firvarrías 76' Andreís Diavarra 39' Andreís Diavarra 73' 2 - 3 2 - 1 Ferravario Bixas Garvani U. Saxatí Franco Xilvas 53' Randé Bisquerve 82' Andreís Richava 28' Andreís Richava 79' Andreís Pretaxo 67' Sabestina Ciastellavo 43' Esteban Varrazqué 76' Enrico Disvixa 38' 0 - 0 1 - 0 Iltapés U. Ryxenia Isportivo Tsalapaní Marco Tsipantlé 57' Ernysto Zilta 57' Julian Firverria 59' Emailio Riavas 78' 1 - 0 2 - 2 Mytapixas Tirilpense Mytapixense Sportivo Aureano Ezicaiel Barvas 59' Marco Caxica 35' Fiago Xialtepa 72' Tincho Varrazqué 80' Diaxve Malipinqué 63' Diaxve Malipinqué 81' Andreís Dixilapé 55' 1 - 2 3 - 2 Myvas Rio Priava Pinichaca Raquivas Andreís Vixiltepa 85' Luque Pirrava 51' Luque Pirrava 75' Emailio Taracana 57' Inrique Vascarro 60' Inrique Vascarro 76' Theo Dixilfane 19' Marco Avixé 83' 1 - 3 Pinilaca Qixas Inrique Dipanté 78' Isandró Valoté 80' Marco Dipartí 24' Marco Dipartí 56' Lardo Quispé 77' Julio Carrasoco 59' Pos Club PLD W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Mytapixas 5 4 1 0 9 5 3 13 2 Rio Priava 5 4 0 1 12 5 3 12 3 Cantrixense 5 3 2 0 10 3 6 11 4 Pinichaca 5 3 2 0 5 2 5 11 5 U. Ryxenia 5 3 2 0 5 2 5 11 6 Tirilpense 5 3 0 2 8 4 3 9 7 Ypraí 5 3 3 0 5 2 2 9 8 Isportivo 5 3 0 2 6 7 3 9 9 Qixas 5 2 2 1 7 5 -1 8 10 Dyportivo Mytapixense 5 2 1 2 11 8 -1 7 11 Garvani 5 2 1 2 6 7 -2 7 12 Iltapés 5 2 1 2 5 7 -2 7 13 Carraizal 5 2 1 2 4 7 -3 7 14 Raquivas 5 2 0 3 11 13 0 6 15 Ferravario 5 2 0 3 4 6 0 6 16 Bixas 5 1 2 2 5 6 -2 5 17 Myvas 5 1 2 2 4 5 -1 5 18 Tsalapaní 5 1 0 4 3 5 -2 3 19 U. Saxatí 5 1 0 4 3 6 -2 3 20 Sportivo Aureano 5 0 2 3 5 9 -3 2 21 Vynitiná 5 0 2 3 4 9 -4 2 22 Pinilaca 5 0 0 5 1 10 -7 0

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