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Ren’s eyes widened. “General, the compliance audit is in three days. If we deviate—”

“Heating imbalance,” she whispered.

Her predecessor, a rigid traditionalist named Kael, had worshipped that old standard. “Through-hole is honest,” he used to bellow. “You can see the bones of the joint.” When the mandate came down from Central to switch all tactical drones to pure surface-mount technology, Kael had resigned in protest. He called the new spec—IPC-7352—“a recipe for brittle shadows.” ipc-7352

“Another one went dark,” said Lieutenant Ren, tossing a scorched control board onto her desk. The board was beautiful—flat, dark green, with silver lands that gleamed like tiny mirrors. IPC-7352 compliant down to the last micron. “Tombstoned a zero-ohm resistor. The whole wing lost telemetry.” Ren’s eyes widened

Elara slammed her palm on the table. “Then we break the spec.” Her predecessor, a rigid traditionalist named Kael, had