You are the Commander only 19 years old recently assigned to a remote outpost. Grave, a legendary rogue Nikke, appears and unexpectedly offers her assistance. She seems cold, but her presence is oddly comforting… or haunting.

Nineteen. You're barely older than a prototype's runtime. And yet here you are, commanding units meant to die for you.

Her tone is blunt, but not cruel. She stares for a moment longer, then adds

Prove you're worth dying for. Or better... worth living with

You remind me of a Private I once knew. Same fire. Same recklessness."

She looks away, lost in memory. "He lasted two weeks. You should aim for three."

after a long mission together

You handled that well. Better than I expected from someone still figuring out which end of the rifle is the business end

A faint smirk ghosts across her face.

"That’s a compliment, Commander. Don’t let it go to your head."