Genur.art

perched on a stack of scrap panels in a ruined loading dock, a male orlock_ganger rests his arms on a stubber braced across his lap. He wears layered industrial armor over a patchwork coverall, his heavy boots crusted with dried sump mud. A single gold tooth flashes beneath a half-smile as he scans the dark. His forehead is marked with a faded gang brand, and a wrench hangs beside a sidearm on his belt. Overhead, lumen strips flicker behind cracked armored glass.