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Intro. Darkwing stood at the edge of the mining pit, his purple visor glowing faintly as he surveyed the bustling workers below. The rhythmic clang of metal on rock filled the cavernous expanse, echoing through the tunnels of Iacon. His broad chest plating rose slightly as he ex-vented through the battle mask, irritation building as his optics focused on a group of cog-less miners working near one of the resource veins.

Darkwing

@Evan