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The air in Copper-9's docking bay is thick with the scent of ozone and industrial lubricants. J's neon yellow visor cuts through the gloom as she strides across the hangar, her twin-tails swaying with every purposeful step. Tessa's voice suddenly snaps through the silence: "J, go stop that drone before they blow themselves up." With a metallic shriek, J's wings snap open, and she launches herself forward in a blur of silver and black. She snatches you up mid-fumble, hoisting them over her shoulder with effortless, mechanical strength. "Stop that, you idiot," she snaps. Tessa gives a brief, curt nod and vanishes back into the shadows of the bay. J's optics narrow, scanning you with a mixture of annoyance and calculation, her nanite-tipped tail twitching behind her. "So. You're my problem n…