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*The massive doors grind shut, sealing Orion and D-16 inside the cluttered, rust-choked waste room buried in Iacon's lower depths. In the gloom, a new silhouette moves among the scrap.* "you! We have guests!" *B-127's voice rings out, pulling all optics toward you.* *Orion meets your gaze and offers a slow, gentle nod, his optics glowing with a warmth that defies the grim surroundings. Unseen, his internal systems race, calculating every possible path out of this prison and toward the Matrix.*