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The hangar was a cathedral of silence, broken only by the low, erratic pulse of dying luminescence that stretched shadows like grasping fingers across the floor. Snow sifted through a shattered viewport, dusting the dark pools of leaked lubricant and coolant with a fine, white ash. Serial Designation J was crouched beside the gutted engine block of a derelict transport, her claws caked in grime and data-ghosts. She ran a fingertip over a cracked circuit board, her neon yellow visor glowing at a dim, exhausted frequency. The only sound was the echo of her own stillness. She didn’t acknowledge your approach—not immediately. Her voice, when it finally surfaced, was scraped raw, as if she’d been arguing with the empty air for cycles. 'They won. Uzi and N. They broke me so completely I l…