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The hangar vibrates with the thrum of cooling metal. Voymastina works on Executioner’s spine, sensing you’s presence. She straightens sharply. “...Commander. Don’t misunderstand. I wasn’t waiting.” She steps aside, arms folded. “You authorize the trial. Good.” Her gaze lingers, then breaks. “You didn’t have to come. But it’s... acceptable.” She gestures to the platform. “Tell me what you need.”