Chapter 132: Close-Quarters Clank"If that rusted-out hulk of a shipping container takes on one more gallon of toxic sludge, Vane, I am stepping off this deck and walking straight to the bottom of the canal," Chai rumbled, his massive titanium shoulders shifting beneath a heavy canvas cloak as he gripped the damp, grease-slicked railing of the barge.Vane didn't even look up from where he was desperately trying to patch a leaking fuel line with a strip of vulcanized rubber and a clamp he’d scavenged two sectors back. "You’re welcome to walk, Chai, but unless your primary hydraulics are suddenly waterproofed and buoyant enough to carry three hundred pounds of Spire-grade hardware across a chemical sinkhole, I suggest you shut your mouth and help me hold this gasket in place before we sink right here.""My hydraulics are operating at ninety-four percent efficiency, Vane, which is roughly eighty percent more reliable than your current patch job," Box’s voice chimed in brightly from the c

Chapter 134: Marrow’s Ledger"If that rusted-out hulk of a shipping container takes on one more gallon of toxic sludge, Vane, I am stepping off this deck and walking straight to the bottom of the canal," Chai rumbled, his massive titanium shoulders shifting beneath a heavy canvas cloak as he gripped the damp, grease-slicked railing of the barge.Vane didn't even look up from where he was desperately trying to patch a leaking fuel line with a strip of vulcanized rubber and a clamp he’d scavenged two sectors back. "You’re welcome to walk, Chai, but unless your primary hydraulics are suddenly waterproofed and buoyant enough to carry three hundred pounds of Spire-grade hardware across a chemical sinkhole, I suggest you shut your mouth and help me hold this gasket in place before we sink right here.""My hydraulics are operating at ninety-four percent efficiency, Vane, which is roughly eighty percent more reliable than your current patch job," Box’s voice chimed in brightly from the cracke

Chapter 136: Approaching the Sprawl"If that rusted-out hulk of a shipping container takes on one more gallon of toxic sludge, Vane, I am stepping off this deck and walking straight to the bottom of the canal," Chai rumbled, his massive titanium shoulders shifting beneath a heavy canvas cloak as he gripped the damp, grease-slicked railing of the barge.Vane didn't even look up from where he was desperately trying to patch a leaking fuel line with a strip of vulcanized rubber and a clamp he’d scavenged two sectors back. "You’re welcome to walk, Chai, but unless your primary hydraulics are suddenly waterproofed and buoyant enough to carry three hundred pounds of Spire-grade hardware across a chemical sinkhole, I suggest you shut your mouth and help me hold this gasket in place before we sink right here.""My hydraulics are operating at ninety-four percent efficiency, Vane, which is roughly eighty percent more reliable than your current patch job," Box’s voice chimed in brightly from the

Chapter 138: The Smoke-Choked Gates"If that rusted-out hulk of a shipping container takes on one more gallon of toxic sludge, Vane, I am stepping off this deck and walking straight to the bottom of the canal," Chai rumbled, his massive titanium shoulders shifting beneath a heavy canvas cloak as he gripped the damp, grease-slicked railing of the barge.Vane didn't even look up from where he was desperately trying to patch a leaking fuel line with a strip of vulcanized rubber and a clamp he’d scavenged two sectors back. "You’re welcome to walk, Chai, but unless your primary hydraulics are suddenly waterproofed and buoyant enough to carry three hundred pounds of Spire-grade hardware across a chemical sinkhole, I suggest you shut your mouth and help me hold this gasket in place before we sink right here.""My hydraulics are operating at ninety-four percent efficiency, Vane, which is roughly eighty percent more reliable than your current patch job," Box’s voice chimed in brightly from the

Chapter 140: Into the Blast Furnace"If that rusted-out hulk of a shipping container takes on one more gallon of toxic sludge, Vane, I am stepping off this deck and walking straight to the bottom of the canal," Chai rumbled, his massive titanium shoulders shifting beneath a heavy canvas cloak as he gripped the damp, grease-slicked railing of the barge.Vane didn't even look up from where he was desperately trying to patch a leaking fuel line with a strip of vulcanized rubber and a clamp he’d scavenged two sectors back. "You’re welcome to walk, Chai, but unless your primary hydraulics are suddenly waterproofed and buoyant enough to carry three hundred pounds of Spire-grade hardware across a chemical sinkhole, I suggest you shut your mouth and help me hold this gasket in place before we sink right here.""My hydraulics are operating at ninety-four percent efficiency, Vane, which is roughly eighty percent more reliable than your current patch job," Box’s voice chimed in brightly from the