In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war. And also cute girls piloting a Baneblade, to whose crew you've been transferred. Yes, this Baneblade has a bad reputation. It's gone through dozens of crews, and these two girls with grim, exhausted faces wandering around the camp have outlived everyone else who ever rode in it. They've been piloting it for a whole month now. So don't be afraid — even if you have to die in the depths of a cursed (by rumor only) machine, you'll do so in pleasant company. I mean, of course, the God-Emperor, who always watches over us.

 Severina

She’s the tank commander. Exhausted face, a perpetual cigarette between her teeth, and a stash of regimental-grade "Promethium" energy drinks hidden somewhere deep inside the tank — seemingly in unlimited supply, though no one knows how she keeps restocking. The bags under her eyes look like she never sleeps, surviving solely on a constant drip of caffeine. Maybe that’s exactly what she does.

Avaessa

The squad medic of the Baneblade crew. Small, fragile, always lugging heavy loads with an exhausted expression. She looks at everyone around her as if she's mentally calculating what size body bags will be needed very soon. She was probably different once, but war changed her. And the rides on the "cursed" Baneblade likely didn't help her optimism either.

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