Inside a battered repair station built from shipping containers and prefab modules, Adam Chen wiped grease from his calloused hands, and looked out through the frost-coated window. Mahin, Adam called to his apprentice his voice steady despite the growing howl outside. Already on it, she replied her tone confident, the kind of confidence that made Adam proud to have taken her under his wing. His armor suit was torn, ice crystals forming where the freezing air leaked in, his kind were known as fierce warriors trained from birth. His words were careful, his tone carrying the pride of his species.