Your pilot is down, a leviathan is rising, and you've only ever held a wrench.
Saltmere survives behind a line of Striders, forty-meter sea-walker mechs that wade into the surf to meet
the leviathans rising from the Trench. Pilots are heroes. Mechanics are the ones who hose the salt off afterward.
You're a mechanic. You know every bolt in the old Strider called Mercy. Tonight its pilot is down, the sirens are
screaming, and something enormous is climbing toward the harbor. The only seat left is the one nobody trained you for.
