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Planet 188604, Osman City;
The Throne Of Brass, Manufacturing Sector, Upper Level Promenade
This collection of buildings was a far cry from the shanty towns and ancient palaces that lay around it's formidable grounds. A smoldering cylindrical tower, a nuclear furnace the size of a tower block, stood tall and proud among the gleaming green agricultural domes below. There were glass tubular bridges, hydraulic pipes and massive cable bundles everywhere, joining the entire mad structure into one massive web of metal. Standing on the upper levels, looking out through one of the many large, airy windows, it looked like a child's board game scaled up to mega structure status.
And there, in an orange-sun baked chamber of the vast factory block, Linelayer Hammerhead, algaeia barron and business mastermind of the Wire Guided, waited for his newest business associate.
Though vaguely humanoid, he was utterly robotic in construction. About six foot tall, spindly, with a sideways oblong head. A chassis of fresh, polished red metal, draped in an exquisite orange-and-black poncho of local manufacture.