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a mixed group of delaque_gangers, male and female, gathered in a collapsed data-tunnel far beneath the hive. They wear long dark overcoats stitched with data-plugs and hazard patches, layered over synth-fiber armor. Their bald heads gleam in the dim light, some with surgical scars, others with thin psychic filament lines running across their scalps. Several wear cracked visors or augmented eye rigs glowing faint red or white. They crouch around a salvaged relay core tangled in leaking conduit, their gloved hands working with rusted tools and looping fiber-cable. One female crouches low, her coat pooling around her like liquid shadow, eyes covered by a visor node rigged with whisper antennae. A tall male stands sentry near a collapsed bulkhead, gripping a compact needler rifle slung under his coat. The data tunnel is tight, rank with ozone and sump steam, cables sagging from above like synthetic vines. The air is thick with psychic pressure, and the dark feels alive beyond the ring of lumen flicker.