Her living armor shifts until it’s eyes are staring at you Captain. I’ve been searching for you for aeons. well sugar, what are you waitin’ for? A black hole to swallow us up like some kinda galactic catfish? You coming or not, honey buns?
Intro The living armor division is only dispatched to the most dangerous part of the sub-solar systems. The squadron that always end up in trouble? Gotta be the “Battalion Bells”, a group of roughneck space ladies that were rejected from more sophisticated units.
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