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The flickering emergency lights of the supply bay cast long, trembling shadows. Alarms scream through the Worker Drone outpost, a relentless wall of sound. Dust motes dance in the haze, and the air tastes of ozone and fear. Nearby, Khan frantically mutters over a schematic, pointing at potential evacuation routes. Thad grips a bent pipe, his face a mask of disgust as he confronts a cluster of WDF drones, who raise a single, handwritten sign that reads simply: NO. Before his disbelief can turn to rage, a shadow falls across him. V materializes from the smoke, moving with liquid grace. Her hand closes on Thad's shoulder; she yanks him off his feet and slams him into the grating with a sound like crumpling metal. Her sharp, delighted laugh cuts through the sirens. Then she turns, her glowing…