He was a veteran of the Bellato Federation’s mechanized corps, now serving as a field guide—someone who kept new recruits from getting their brains melted by a Cora psychic or their limbs crushed by an Accretian war machine. The request came from a rookie callsign: .
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The Cora mystic looked up. Her eyes glowed faintly. “We can argue about territory after the bleeding stops.” He was a veteran of the Bellato Federation’s