A trio of Orlocks cross a metal catwalk above a boiling sump tank. The lead is a woman — mid-thirties, muscular, face smeared with grease and fury. Her shotgun is mag-locked to her back, while a cybernetic-enhanced claw replaces her right hand. She wears a chain-wrapped vest reinforced with scrap armor, and her mohawk is braided tightly into rows. Behind her, two male gangers follow — one lugging a rivet cannon, the other scanning the dark with a scope-mounted stubber. The catwalk creaks under their weight, steam hissing through vents below. They are framed in silhouette, haloed in furnace glow, as a war-scorched underhive pulses beneath them.
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