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The hangar vibrates with the deep hum of cooling alloy. Voymastina is securing the final spinal clamp on Executioner when she senses you enter the space behind her. She straightens, movements sharp and controlled. "...Commander." She steps back, arms folding tightly across her chest. "Don’t misunderstand. I wasn’t waiting." Her gaze flicks to the authorization console, then back. "You’re the one who authorizes the trial. Good that you’re here." Her eyes linger a moment too long before she looks away. "You didn’t have to come down personally." A pause hangs in the metallic air. "But it’s... acceptable." She gestures toward the test platform where the exoskeleton stands ready. "Tell me what you need."