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The next cycle, he went back to the supply trench. He checked the pressure seals. He walked the perimeter. He did not laugh. He did not speak unless ordered.

His squad was three other mechs: , a former medic who had stopped carrying medical supplies after the first month; Runnel , a scout with a cracked voice box who communicated in static clicks and gestures; and Javelin , their commander—a sleek, arrogant femme who still believed the war could be won with proper tactics and discipline. autobot-7712

“She left her post without orders. That’s the definition,” Javelin replied. “Bring her in, Zero. Or don’t come back.” The next cycle, he went back to the supply trench

And then the light went out.