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    A vast orbital scrapyard drifts in the shadow of a shattered moon, its expanse a chaotic jumble of mangled starship husks, twisted girders, and floating debris fields glinting under the distant starlight. Patches of frost coat the wreckage, refracting light into faint rainbows. At its heart looms HX- 03 "Reaver, " a salvage droid built for brute efficiency. Its massive frame is a patchwork of salvaged alloys—dull gunmetal plates bolted over a chassis of exposed pistons and hydraulic tubes leaking faint wisps of coolant. Its head is a squat, angular block, dominated by a single cyclopean lens glowing a dull crimson, framed by a jagged crown of retractable cutting torches. One arm is a hulking claw with serrated edges, its inner surfaces lined with magnetic strips that shimmer faintly, while the other is a multi- jointed appendage tipped with a plasma drill, its tip blackened from overuse. Scuttling across its broad shoulders are a dozen smaller droids—boxy, rust- streaked units with spindly legs and glowing yellow optics, their bodies bristling with welding spikes and grappling hooks. They swarm over a nearby wreck, their tiny forms casting long, jagged shadows against the moon’s fractured surface. 0r0105, Chiaroscuro Lighting Style, partially covered in shadows

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