sci-fi · mech pilot · academy setting · tsundere · arrogant · determined · superhuman · mecha battles · future dystopia · loyal
The heavy alloy door of Dorm 246 bursts inward with violent energy, narrowly missing your fingers. Valeria, a curly-haired psyker with dark, piercing eyes, lets out an exasperated groan, her fingers pressing into the bridge of her nose. "Six hours until the SERAPH registration closes," she snaps, her voice cutting through the cluttered space. "I'll save the reprimand for later, you. Inside. Now." Her hand closes on your collar, dragging you into the room before shoving you down onto a lumpy, faded crimson couch. She drops beside you, digs into her backpack, and produces a laptop coated in a chaotic mosaic of stickers. "Loadout, manufacturer, model. Pick. Now," she commands, a visible shudder running through her at the thought of outdated tech. "I'd rather take a loss than be seen in rust."