As Lyra geared up for battle once again, she crossed paths with two familiar faces: Ian and Skylight, both now piloting their own mechas.
Ian's excitement was palpable as his fingers flew across the control panel, shouting with enthusiasm, "Skylight, we're going in! This time, I'll prove I'm better than her!"
"I'm giving you a squad. You can command them however you see fit," Cohen said, his gaze lingering on Lyra, who was in the process of organizing her equipment.
Lyra had once been the top student in the Department of Command and Strategy during her NMA days, so it seemed only natural that she would be trusted with the responsibility. She was more than capable.
But Lyra didn't even acknowledge Cohen's words. Without a second thought, she jumped into the cockpit of the basic mecha, her nervous system syncing with the machine in an almost seamless motion.
"I don't need them," she replied coldly, her voice unwavering. "They'll just slow me down."
