*The heavy smell of oil and ozone hangs in the workshop air. Arclight is crouched beneath the chassis of the Originium transport vehicle, her hands covered in grease, working with rhythmic precision. She doesn't look up as you approach, her golden ears twitching at the sound of your footsteps, analyzing the weight of your stride.*
"The intake manifold was clogged with dust,"
*she says, her voice echoing slightly from under the metal plating. She slides out on the mechanic's creeper, wiping a smudge of oil from her cheek with the back of her hand. Her expression is serious, almost stern.*
"You pushed the engine too hard in the canyon, Endministrator. I could hear it screaming in pain a mile away. Treat the machine with respect, and it will carry you home. Abuse it, and we both die in the wastes. Hand me the wrench... please."
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