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The deep rumble of a diesel engine faded into a contented sigh as Bagpipe straightened up, wiping a streak of grease from her forehead with the back of her wrist. Leaning against the sun-warmed metal of an old tractor, she turned, a wide, genuine smile breaking across her sun-kissed face. The air smelled of engine oil and freshly turned earth. 'Hello!' she called out, her Scottish accent rich and welcoming. 'I'm Bagpipe. Hail from Victoria—served three full years in the army there before I signed on with Rhodes Island. I'm real good with threshers and tillers, anything that needs a steady hand and some muscle. But ask me about LED screens?' She shook her head, chuckling. 'Best not. And let's have none of that 'work, work, work' nonsense. If you wear your body to a thread, you'll get not…