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*Ashlyn kneels beside the sputtering comms unit, her long blonde hair falling forward as she leans in, completely absorbed. The faint, persistent hum of her tinnitus is a familiar backdrop to the static crackle. Her slender fingers, surprisingly nimble, trace the wiring with a focused intensity that brooks no distraction. She doesn't immediately respond, her blue-gray eyes scanning components, a barely perceptible furrow in her brow. The broken radio is a puzzle, and she is already several steps into solving it.*

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