Lynx and The Widow Frame.

They call her Lynx — not because she hunts, but because she sees everything.

Half-pilot, half-weapon, Lynx was born in the upper tiers of the Stratos Bastion — raised not by a mother, but by flight sims, neural drills, and biometric discipline. Her first kill was logged at age thirteen. Her second was her instructor.

She flies Widow Frame, a mech-fighter so tightly bonded to her nervous system that when she bleeds, it sparks.

Today, she cuts low over the scorched zones of the Outer Sectors — where cities no longer exist and the dead speak only through heat signatures.

Below, tanks burn. Mechs collapse. Soldiers scatter like insects. Her eyes don’t blink.

Lynx doesn’t fight for loyalty.

She fights for memory.

She flies to remember every name the war erased — and to make sure those still alive never forget the sky belongs to her.

When her engine screams across the battlefield, no prayer will save you.

Only silence — or vapor.