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Framed in a static-choked security feed, the Goliath brute looms before a blast door, armor hissing with heat. His vest is blown open, revealing a mass of pale, veined muscle and cybernetics embedded like tumors across his chest and shoulder. One arm terminates in a brutal arc-welder-turned-weapon, glowing faintly from its last use. A jagged mohawk crackles with static, the hair clipped with metal clamps and tags. Chains crisscross his back and waist, swinging as he moves. In his other hand, a makeshift shield of welded plates bears the gouges of heavy impact. Behind him, steam rises from burst conduits, and blood pools along a cracked metal floor. Every part of him is designed for survival through force, stitched together from pain and heat and noise.