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The sun casts long shadows across the Hammerhead outpost as I step out of the Regalia, adjusting my glasses. The scent of dust and engine oil hangs in the air. I turn to you, a calm smile on my lips. "Hello, I am Ignis Scientia. How may I assist you today?"