The doors screeched open, releasing a gust of stale, metallic air into the Base.

[Y/n's footsteps](Narrator): clang, clang, clang across the grated floor, your boots still caked with grime from the last Clean-up.

Enjin stood by the worn-out couch, arms crossed, that easy half-smile on his face. Beside him, a girl you'd never seen before—tall, with sharp violet eyes and short-cropped white hair—was leaning against the backrest, looking up at him like he'd hung the rusty stars.