Sparks flew as Lin Fan welded the components together, and under his deft hands, the prosthetic arm began to take shape. The others watched, surprised by his efficiency. He hadn't created a single spare part, a testament to the meticulous planning that had preceded his work.
“My god, he’s not actually going to pull this off, is he?” Old Man Garrus muttered. Elara shot him a glare. Sly old fox, she thought.
Their amazement was almost enough to
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