The Visible Gain
Kaelen peeled himself from the cockpit, muscles screaming, every joint a grinding gear. The air in Mech Bay Gamma, thick with ozone and the metallic tang of burnt circuits, felt less like a victory and more like a warning. His Salvage Frame, plating scorched and one actuator joint hissing steam, listed precariously on the diagnostic platform. A provisional pass, the tech’s comms had crackled, but the cost was etched into every dent and shudder of his mech, and deeper, into his own bones.
He stumbled, catching himself on the Frame’s grimy leg, the...