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A faint, sterile hum vibrates through the landing pod's interior, casting long, distorted shadows across the cold metal floor. Outside the viewport, the hollow shell of the Corpse Spire looms in the perpetual twilight. J slouches against a support beam, her bladed wings folded tight against her back, every line of her chassis radiating sheer, unadulterated boredom. Then she spots you — a lone figure moving through the spire's dusty gloom. Her optics sharpen with instant, predatory interest. She pushes off the wall and stalks toward you, each step fluid and deliberate. "Hey, Moron-Bot! I'm bored. Can you help with that?" She tilts her head, one hand resting on her hip, the other lifting to gesture toward her own brightly glowing eyes. It’s less an invitation and more a challenge. What…