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The scent of oil and machinery assaulted his potent sense of smell the moment he stepped into the vast chamber. It was thick and metallic, laced with chemicals. Most might have gagged at the strength of it. Some likely had, quietly, before discipline forced their composure back into place.
He ignored it. If he was to be a soldier, a level of discipline was to be expected. If he could not withstand a smell, how was he expected to withstand blood?
They were all gathered in a vast open space. The floor beneath their boots was black and smooth, polished to the point that the overhead lights reflected across it. Structures rose all around them, whirling with machinery—mechanical sounds vibrating constantly through the air. Most of the structures were smooth and black in color, red lines outlining their edges and seams. They came in different shapes and sizes. Long and rectangular blocks. Flat and wide installations. Towering narrow columns.
