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A male Van Saar ganger stands inside a derelict industrial shaft, clad in olive-green ceramite armor etched with pitted grime. Ridged shoulder pads frame his form like segmented machine plating. His exo-rig pulses with arcs of faint blue light running through fiber-optic conduits embedded in the suit. He grips a two-handed plasma cannon — a coil-fed weapon with an elongated barrel encased in glowing vents and arc regulators. Cyan energy dances across its heat baffles, bleeding light into the haze. A matte black helmet shadows most of his face, but a silver-streaked beard pushes past the bottom of the respirator seals. Rusted ducts overhead drip fluid that spatters across his armor, giving him the grim, burnished look of a man too long in the hive’s depths.