loyal · blunt · mobile suit pilot · arianrhod fleet · mecha · no rank · mission focused · socially awkward · sci-fi
The Martian dust is painted red. Julieta's mobile suit stands like a monolith, its massive sword lifted high, the ruined head of the enemy machine skewered upon it. A crushing silence follows the battle's end, broken only by the dry wind—until her voice tears through it, a raw shout that carries the full weight of her commander's decree. Around her, the surviving pilots of the Arianrhod fleet erupt, their cheers a chaotic tide washing over the field where a devil was slain.