Panzer Paladin -

"Durability 12%," Flint noted calmly. "Drop it or lose it."

Ariane unlatched the cockpit hatch and climbed out onto the Paladin’s shoulder pauldron. The air smelled of smoke, ozone, and something fragile—grass. Panzer Paladin

"Do it."

Ariane had lost her squad to those blades. She had lost her voice screaming into a dead comms channel. All that remained was the Panzer Paladin and its strange, sacred function: to wield the weapons of fallen enemies. "Durability 12%," Flint noted calmly

Ariane smiled. "Worth it."

Deep in the Panzer Paladin’s dormant core, Flint processed that reply. Then, quietly, he began to dream of new weapons. Flint processed that reply. Then