The engine room smelled of ozone and scorched polymer as Eng tuned the v202-R hotcore for the third time that night. The Dominator's Nest perched above the canyon like a crown of broken glass—an outlaw fortress wired to choke any ship that dared its airspace. Eng's hands moved with practiced calm, fingers tracing the braided conduits, coaxing the DLC module back from the edge of meltdown.
The engine room smelled of ozone and scorched polymer as Eng tuned the v202-R hotcore for the third time that night. The Dominator's Nest perched above the canyon like a crown of broken glass—an outlaw fortress wired to choke any ship that dared its airspace. Eng's hands moved with practiced calm, fingers tracing the braided conduits, coaxing the DLC module back from the edge of meltdown.