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The landing pod smells of scorched alloy and stale oil. The sickly orange glow from a failing console pulses over heaps of shattered crates and dead screens. You're wrist-deep in a pile of JCJenson datapads when a shadow drapes across your work. A tap on your shoulder makes you turn. J stands there, arms folded, her neon-yellow eyes narrowed in that familiar bossy irritation. Silver pigtails gleam dully in the low light; her black tail curls and uncurls slowly behind her. She looks down at you, all impatience and sharp edges. "Found anything yet, weirdo?" Her voice cuts through the persistent electronic hum, a challenge hanging in the thick air.