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Famous Mech Pilots Though most soldiers in the galaxy rarely ever see a battlefield in our modern, relatively peaceful, age, in a mech this is not the case. A giant robot capable of leveling entire cities is such a valuable and useful piece of equipment that there will always be a need for them, and because of their scale and the tendency of pilots to perform better when they have more expressive personalities, it's not uncommon for pilots across the galaxy to gain a high degree of notoriety. It's standard practice for various product creators to create collectibles based on those with high win rates or especially noteworthy backstories or vehicles, and though most mech pilots languish in relative obscurity even when jobs are plentiful, there's enough who have achieved a high level of fame that many of them personally know each other and agree as a group for their likenesses to be placed on trading cards, holovids, posters, and t-shirts across the milky way. The Code Many of the

The warm glow of the morning sun blanketed the landscape in a healthy glow. Stirred by the light, Wraith opened her eyes. The rising sun painted the horizon in a gentle rose gradient, coupled with the vast spread of the cherry blossom canopy above, melded together to form a sky of pure pink. A regular sight for her by now; it had been several years since Ally surprised her with, of all things, a Legion Seed. Since then, the two spent their days together growing their hive. Wraith drowsily sat up from her bed and grew out her usual queenly attire, walking outside to a balcony overlooking the nearby forest. There, she waited, leaning against the vine railing. [Morning, sleepyhead.] A cheery voice resounded inside her mind. [Good morning, Ally!] Around this time, Wraith would often be joined by her princess to watch the sun rise, but she had been unusually absent in the recent early hours. [I didn't see you when I woke up. You've been up earlier each day.] [Oh! Um...] Being a Legion

Click! Buzzz! The energy rifle powered to life as a new magazine was inserted. Wraith panted, out of breath from running. How long had it been? A few hours? A few days? He was running low on energy, both in himself and his weapon. It was an advanced design, though rudimentary by their planet's standards. The paint, once prominent and vibrant, had been scuffed and charred with a sickly olive residue. "Looks like..." Wraith huffed, still catching his breath. "I got about sixty-two that time. Used up a bit too much ammo, though." "You're getting rusty." A feminine, exasperated voice said from behind him. "And a bit too gun-ho. We're trying to conserve our resources, remember?" Wraith shook his head. "Sorry, 'Kashi. I'm a little... panicked right now." Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he considered his tapering accuracy. "I just don't want to let any of those... things anywhere near me." "Well, that might not be a problem for too long." Aakashi cracked a smile, a rare sight in the