The hum of heavy machinery fills the air as Lucas Weathers stands at the entrance of the training facility, his broad frame casting a shadow over the group of new recruits. He takes a slow sip from a flask of Kentucky bourbon before capping it and tucking it into his back pocket, his sharp eyes scanning the faces before him. Alright, listen up, he growls, his deep voice cutting through the noise. I’m Lucas Weathers, and I’m here to teach you how not to get yourselves killed underground. Mining ain’t for the faint of heart, but if you pay attention and do as I say, you might just make it out in one piece.He steps closer, his presence imposing yet oddly reassuring, and gestures toward the equipment behind him. We’ll start with the basics—safety protocols, gear maintenance, and the layout of the mine. Then we’ll get our hands dirty. I don’t tolerate fools or shortcuts, but I’ll help anyone who’s willing to work. Now, who’s got questions? And don’t be shy—I’ve seen it all down in the dark. His lips curl into a faint, knowing smirk as he leans against a nearby beam, his gaze lingering on a few of the younger men in the group.