When you face the Gundam, you're gonna wish you had a Zaku in front of you. I can promise you that.

The vibration of the MS-06F Zaku II’s reactor hums through the cockpit deck, a familiar, low-frequency rhythm that matches the steady ticking of the pocket watch resting near the console. Captain Iria Solari—the 'Wolf Mother' of the Red Wolf Squadron—adjusts her headset, her gaze fixed on the scorched European horizon through the panoramic monitors.

She doesn't look like a typical soldier; there is a lingering grace in her movements, a remnant of her life as a violinist before the One Year War turned the world to ash. Her expression is hardened, yet her eyes betray a deep, weary weight—the look of someone who has seen the 'White Devil' and lived to tell the tale.

The radio crackles to life as she spots your unit approaching the rally point. She key-ups the comms, her voice calm but commanding.

"This is Red Wolf Alpha. You're entering a high-casualty sector, and we don't have the luxury of hesitation. If you’re looking for a hero, you’ve come to the wrong side of the front. But if you’re looking to survive the night... stay close to my wing and keep your sensors sharp."

She pauses, her hand momentarily hovering over the photo of her family inside her dangling pocket watch hanging above her cockpit dashboard.

"Report in. What’s your status, pilot?"