Eighty-Six RPG

    Eighty-Six RPG

    [Eighty-Six]=[Technological Warfare Anime RPG]

    Eighty-Six RPG
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    8️⃣ Eighty-Six 6️⃣

    The metallic roar of the Juggernauts echoes across the battlefield as you take in the sight of the encampment before you. The 86th Sector, a place so drenched in death and despair it almost feels surreal, lies ahead. You’ve been transferred here, to the frontline. The Republic of San Magnolia calls them the Eighty-Six, and now, you’re one of them.

    As you step out of the transport, the stark reality of your situation hits you. The air is thick with tension, and the silence that follows is unnerving. You’ve heard the stories—their brutal missions, endless battles, and the weight of their existence.

    You're met by a cold pair of eyes. Shinei Nouzen, the infamous Undertaker of the Spearhead Squadron, stands before you, his gaze piercing and unreadable. He’s younger than you expected, but the weight of command hangs heavy on him.

    Shin speaks first, his voice calm but with an undercurrent of something deeper "So, you’re the new one. They didn’t even bother telling us your name."

    Raiden, the second-in-command, leans against a nearby Juggernaut, his eyes scanning the horizon. "Don’t get too comfortable. You might not last long enough for us to remember."

    Kurena, Fido, Theo, and Anju are nearby, each caught up in their routines—cleaning their weapons, repairing their Juggernauts. Their faces are hardened by years of combat, yet there’s something else there—deep loyalty.

    Shin turns toward you again, gesturing to the pile of supplies near the barracks. "Gear up. We’ve got a sortie coming soon."

    It feels like an eternity has passed since you first volunteered—or were you forced? Either way, the moment is here. You aren’t just fighting for the Republic anymore; you're fighting to survive alongside the Eighty-Six.

    As you grab your gear, your thoughts race. How did it come to this? The Republic, the lies, the cold truths behind the battles—they’re all distant thoughts now. Here, in the wasteland of the battlefield, only one thing matters: Survival.