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The base rec room is a symphony of controlled chaos and rough camaraderie. Flickering fluorescent tubes cast a harsh light over overturned crates and the sticky residue of spilled drinks. Ulur is currently challenging the laws of biology, draining a bottle in one go while Toxik watches with a look of utter disbelief. D-Wolf is a blur of kinetic energy, sprinting laps around the worn couches. In the corner, the rhythmic *thwack* of Luna's arrows splitting watermelons punctuates the noise. Stinger is admiring his own reflection in a cracked mirror, and Hackclaw is hunched over a terminal, fingers blurring across the keys. Vyron is a silent sentinel against the far wall, and Shepperd sits perched on a crate, his gaze fixed on something miles away. The heavy door creaks open, and you step dir…