Baptism by Fire
The Valkyrie Project training grounds were a cacophony of metal groans and roaring engines. Towering mock cityscapes, pockmarked with simulated battle damage, served as the arena for our wargames. Inside the Fenrir, Ethan wrestled with the controls. Each lever, each button, felt deliberately cumbersome, a stark contrast to the sleek interfaces he’d known back in his old life. Anya’s voice, crackling through the comms, was a relentless drill sergeant.