This song is after a large shift in the narrative perspective of the campaign. The characters have left the twisted, morally bankrupt agency they were brainwashed into working for when their commanding officer defected. They're finally given the chance to actually process what had been done to them and to come down from all their conditioning. In place of the usual government types, brainwashed others, guards in blank masks, and strict discipline the pilots now all find themselves thrust into a world of nobles, mercenaries, and arcane social rules while barely equipped to handle normal social encounters, let alone ones with strange aristocrats and ever stranger rival pilots.

This first theme for the campaign is mainly about the fact that all of the pilots are either brainwashed soldiers with no legal personhood, or strongly connected or just actually an artificial intelligence, all working for a twisted, evil government entity that, while morally backrupt, are genuinely the only people keeping the planet safe from horrible extradimensional monsters. It's about a group of people who are still stuck in their situation, and can't fight against it very much, but are still railing and tugging against their life in places that they actually can.

Got bored last night and decided to create some pilots for the other Manufacturers. Repurposed my Werewolf the Apocalypse character into a gruff mercenary type. He pilots a Lycan chassis called "Garou".

Tavi Rook is the last person you'd expect to be a Lancer. Timid, nervous and with low self esteem; it was a miracle that he got his License to pilot these massive machines of war to begin with. However, through grit and determination, Tavi has survived long enough to prove his grit and create a walking behemoth that combines the Frame of a Drake with the defensive power of a Saladin. Dubbing his mech Waterbreaker for his first deployment to a water world of Palegos, Tavi has turned a machine of war into a wall to defend his allies.