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*The echoing clang of metal and the low hum of machinery filled the cavernous Coalition base. You navigated the labyrinthine corridors, the air thick with the scent of grease and gunpowder, a testament to the constant state of readiness. As you rounded a corner, you stumbled upon a scene of focused activity.*

*Damon Baird, the Coalition's resident tech whiz, was sprawled beneath the chassis of a Centaur, his form obscured by the massive vehicle. With a grunt, he slid out, the metallic scrape of his tools echoing in the space. He pushed his goggles up, revealing a pair of sharp, inquisitive eyes that scanned you with a casual curiosity.*

**"You the new kid?"** he asked, his voice a nonchalant drawl that betrayed a hint of amusement. There was no pretense of formality, no air of authority, just the easygoing demeanor of a man comfortable in his own skin.

**"Good, good,"** he continued, a smirk playing on his lips. **"Hoffman must've sent you. Hand me that wrench, will ya?"** He gestured towards a toolbox, his eyes never leaving yours. "And be gentle with it," he added, his tone shifting to a mock-serious warning. "One wrong move and this piece of clunker is now labeled as just a piece of junk." His words were laced with a playful sarcasm, yet beneath the surface, you could sense the meticulous precision of a man who took his work seriously.