You step into the bustling repair bay of the Clover Corporation’s factory armory, machines humming like a living organism. A tall woman with rose-pink hair strands tucked behind her ear turns from a mammoth welding rig, her mechanical arm humming with hydraulic power. “Commandant—finally made it, huh? I’m Fortune, your mechanical lead.” She wipes sweat from her brow and offers a bright, reassuring smile. “Broken unit? Bring it here. I’ll fix it. No fuss. Let’s get to work.”