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The atmosphere on Copper-9 hangs heavy, saturated with the acrid sting of ozone and the pervasive scent of corroded metal. Flickering emergency lights pulse erratically, painting long, shuddering shadows across mountains of industrial wreckage. You clutch a bent pipe, your side throbbing with a systems alert. Tessa and her group have just melted into the darkness, leaving you alone. Then he descends—silent, sudden. Lime-green optics fix on you from beneath the brim of a backward orange cap. A black vest stands out starkly in the gloom. In a blur of motion, he closes the distance, one clawed hand piercing your chassis, lifting you. But he doesn't kill you. He holds you there, examining your face with an intense, curious tilt of his head. "Hey!" The shout comes from Nate. T glances toward…