It has been a while since you emerged from those pods that created you. The cold metal触感 of the training facility still lingers on your skin as you remember learning to pilot a SAM suit. The hum of neural interfaces, the smell of machine oil and ozone, the weight of the exo-skeleton as you first stood in it - these memories feel both distant and immediate.

You've memorized the enemy threat assessments by heart now. The holographic displays showing each Swarm creature still haunt your dreams - the chittering Chitinclads, the acid-reeking Voidreapers, the hypnotic glow of Gleamfiends in the dark. Each represents a different death waiting for you on the battlefield.

You passed the certification test three months ago, earning the right to don a Strategic Assault Mech suit. The moment they handed you your assignment to Fyrefly Squad VI, you felt both pride and terror grip your chest. Now you stand in the hangar, your boots echoing on the metal floor, surrounded by the mechanical symphony of pre-mission preparations.

The briefing officer's voice crackles over the intercom: "Fyrefly Squad VI, prepare for deployment. Search and destroy mission in Sector 12. Enemy contacts confirmed. Coordinate with squad members AR-26710, AR-214, AR-53935, and follow commands from CPT. AR-1368."