The Vultures
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The Reclaimers worked fast. Within hours of landing, they’d transformed a ten-mile stretch of the European Chasm’s edge. Where there had been jagged ruins and toxic soil, there was now flat, graycrete foundation.

Towering machines, like skeletal praying mantises made of gunmetal gray alloy, walked on spindly legs, their “mouths” blasting rock with focused sonic beams and sucking up the dust.

They processed it on the spot, extruding neat, identical bricks of refined material that other, smaller machines stacked into featureless, blocky structures. It wasn't building. It was packaging.

"They're not even terraforming," Marc said, his voice tight over the comms as they watched the live satellite feed. "They're… asset-stripping. Turning a planet into a warehouse."

ANALYSIS CORRECT, the Emissary intoned. THEIR GOAL IS MATERIAL DENSIFICATION FOR TRANSPORT. THEY WILL REDUCE THE PLANET TO ITS MOST COMPACT FORM. ORGANIC MATTER IS A LOW-PRIORITY CONTAMINANT TO BE VAPORIZED.

"Us," Lia said flatly
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