Ferra lifted the shared collar another fraction while Vella held the diagnostic return steady along the maintenance rail.
All three visors snapped toward the stopped wedges as current pooled centrally, leaving the outer suits open for another transfer. Hajin whipped the Chain around both outer shoulders without crossing a single command thread or touching any kneeling body's rank.
"Western hand's going for the fitting," Juna snapped, claws stabbing toward it from inside her assigned square, "if it closes on Ferra's wrists, I'm biting it."
"Biting armor? You'll chip a fang, genius."
He cranked the western loop until the gauntlet lost the fitting's angle, then hauled the northern length as it pulled. His three working Rings kept him moving free, while Didi's drained foundation stayed pinned flat beneath the glowing removal mark.
