The pressurized air inside the primary deployment bay of Sector 7 Vanguard Forces carried the sharp, synthetic smell of industrial sealant and heavy engine grease. A dull, amber glare from the overhead floodlights reflected off rows of armored transport plating, casting long shadows across the reinforced hangar floor. Technicians scrambled over the scaffolding, secure in their protective gear as they ran final diagnostic checks on the mechanized units. At the center of the command overlook, Commander Aiden stood with his arms crossed behind his rigid back, his focused gaze locked onto the main staging area. Beside him, Enzy adjusted the high-tensile strap of her sidearm harness, her posture stiff but entirely resolute under the cold hangar lighting.
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