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	Trey had been in the "Core's Hammer Forge" for some time now. The irritable clacking of lose parts in his left knee had kept him up all night and as soon as morning hit, he headed over to the forge in order to get it fixed. Although it might have been rude to appear so early, Maroon Awit knew Trey well; afterall he was a regular visitor by this point. Trey's life depended on it quite literally. 
	[color=orange]"Hmm... curses."[/color]
	Trey let out a small sigh as he discovered the source of the problem. Several of the joint-bolts that held together the miniature hydraulics were loose and hitting themselves against the other actions. It was a constant problem at this point. For some reason the left leg was always the one that came up with problems. No matter, Trey was good with his mechanicals... well at least ones concerned with prosthetic parts. He got up from the chair and headed over to pick up some metallic components inside the Forge. He proceeded to come back to his seat in order to carve out a few notches for a new joint-bolt for his knee with his bare hands. Trey had to admit, having metal fingers was very useful at times, especially for shaping softer metal such as this. 
	The work was tedious but well-practiced. There were near 1,000 of the identical joint-bolts throughout his body and over the years, Trey got ludicrously good at making them. First few thousand times required him to use tools and measuring units but soon it became natural to the point where Trey could make them with his bare hands. Speaking of his hands, the synth skin on the fingertips had peeled off, revealing the dull grey metal underneath. Trey sighed and carved out the last few notches before he noticed a girl - tall and well-built - walked in on Maroon, asking for repairs on a pair of large gauntlets.