"Status check," Jax barked over the comms. His Arsenal, the Muramasa , was decked out in the sleek . It looked more like a high-end sports car than a weapon of war.
The mission was a . They weren't just hunting for Femto; they were diving into the Deep Stratum, a place where the logic of the Moonfall didn't apply.
"Aesthetic levels at 100%," Rin chirped. Her mech was unrecognizable, sporting the inspired by the Eureka Seven and Code Geass crossovers. She looked less like a mercenary and more like a pop star ready for a cockpit-based world tour. "If we’re going to die against a Colossal Immortal, we might as well look iconic."
"Good work, Reclaimers," Jax said, looking at his scarred but stylish team. "The world might be ending, but at least the fashion is eternal."
The battle was a blur of high-speed thrusters and particle beams. Because they had the from every available pack, their squad looked like a neon riot against the grey metal of the enemy. Kael, the team’s heavy hitter, swung a massive mace—a skin from the Equipment Set —shattering a clone’s shield.
"I've got the flank!" Kael yelled, his Arsenal sporting a terrifying that made him nearly invisible against the shifting Femto clouds.
