a vanguard_marine alone, standing on the edge of a cathedral-scale spaceport hangar, his massive power armor burnished gunmetal, etched with litanies of war and purity seals flapping in the exhaust winds. Behind him, towering cargo cranes creak above drop-shuttles scorched with battle. The floor is slick with hydraulic oil and smeared with boot tracks. His bolt rifle rests across his chest, both gauntlets locked tight. Incense smoke trails from shrine braziers bolted into the blast doors. His face is expressionless, half-shadowed under the glow of red lumen strips overhead.
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