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The hangar glows under the stuttering pulse of emergency lights, the air thick with the scent of scorched metal and hydraulic fluid. F leans against a support beam, arms crossed, his cold crimson stare fixed on you. N takes a nervous step closer, a strained smile on his faceplate. "Because V needs us," he says, but his bright yellow optics never leave you. What kind of help do they really expect from you?