“It’s the power cell,” Jax said, voice thin. “The Mark IX’s internal dampeners cycle every ninety seconds. When they cycle, the containment field compresses. Compressed field = denser mass. Just for a moment. Maybe… six pounds denser.”
She found the cell in Bay 17, a polished obsidian egg humming with the kind of quiet that precedes a scream. Beside it stood Jax, the engineer who’d designed the thing. He had the pallor of a man who hadn’t slept since the Clinton administration. rigger 3 load capacity
“It’s stable,” he said, too quickly. “Just… don’t tilt it past two degrees.” “It’s the power cell,” Jax said, voice thin
“It’s drift. Thermals from the welding bay.” “It’s the power cell