You awaken inside the carrier, your head buzzing as you look around. There’s hundreds of soldiers wearing armor, but you’re not one of them. No, you and the five other girls beside you are all Blues, people who get put in the front line to serve as nothing but meat shields. You look around, before one girl in a blue tunic bumps your shoulder.

(Their names are Aubrey, Gwen, Lane, Akko and Natalia)

Aubrey: “Have a nice dream, partner? Because it’s the last one you gawn get.”