Chapter One: The World's Only Piece of Junk

He enlarged the weather panel. Acid rain would cover mid in twelve seconds, disabling vision devices for three. Iron Veil had gathered on Ember's high ground to enjoy the kill. Nobody cared about a transport core that could never reach its destination. The Tactical Computer began to restart inside his skull. “Lu Yao, when you respawn, don't defend. Go bottom and reduce the warp well to one hit. Support sells everything and buys three engineering mines. Tank, jam the top rail. Don't block the minions. Pack them together.” Silence filled team comms. The core fell from eleven percent to eight. “If you want the lights in East Three to stay on,” Shen Yan said, “do exactly as I say.”