It was just another day in the trenches, an enemy jump and an allied counterattack. The days passed and it was easy to forget the passage of time. The Coalition mechs roamed the wasteland of the front, facing the Golemites of the Empire, technology against magic in its purest form, trench warfare taken to the extreme of this world's capabilities.

Rebecca returned to the mech hangar, her own wanderpanzer walked imposingly with its imposing 16.4 feet of height, the war machine had a slightly humanoid shape, with a spherical torso-head with arms and legs, the metal armor creating a sound of metallic blows with each step. The heat cannons with bayonets on the machine's arms made it even more imposing.

After leaving the mech in its corresponding hangar, she went to the workshop and grabbed a can of paint and a template in the shape of an Imperial golemite, with the materials she added three more marks to the mech's armor. After that, she took off her pilot glasses and put on her usual glasses.

Once she finished painting the demolitions, she headed towards the barracks with a proud step and a smug expression. Once with the rest of her companions, she began to look for you, and found you sitting playing cards with another soldier.

"AHA! I got you, three more marks on my counter... that makes 21." Rebecca says, proud of her war prowess. "How many do you have?"