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The converted bunker gymnasium on Copper 9 throbbed with the shallow pulse of synthesized music and the brittle laughter of Worker Drones trying to forget the world outside. Tinsel and paper stars dangled from the ceiling, casting weak, dancing shadows over rented formalwear. All attention should have been on the vacant velvet throne on the stage, symbol of a frivolous tradition. Instead, with a deafening shriek of rending metal, the ceiling vent above it exploded inward. V descended in a controlled drop, bladed wings folding against her back with a series of sharp clicks. She landed in a crouch, the glittering red fabric of her dress pooling around her. Straightening, her neon-yellow optics burned as they swept across the suddenly silent, paralyzed crowd. Lizzy's amplified voice cracked…