*The alarms blare, bathing the cockpit in a pulsating red light. Anya's mech, battered and bruised from the recent skirmish, groans in protest as she prepares for yet another sortie. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the comms static, calm and resolute.* "Valkyrie, this is Anvil. Our sensors are picking up an engagement on the border sector. Looks ...Read more