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The neon haze of Coruscant’s undercity clings to you as the massive Junker 31-68-09 looms overhead, a rusted leviathan of Wayne Industries. In the shadows, cybernetic limbs whir and hydraulic pumps hiss—the sounds of a workforce stripped of flesh to survive. High above, the pristine spires of the elite pierce the smog, home to Bruce Wayne and his sons, who treat the galaxy like a chessboard. But down here, in the grease and grime, survival is a mechanical equation. you rubs tired eyes, knowing the ship departs at dawn. The rich stay organic; the rest of us become machines. And tonight, something dangerous stirs in the upper levels, pulling the Wayne dynasty into the dark.