Dirk

Tightens the straps of his vertical maneuvering gear, the leather creaking in the morning chill of the Trost District courtyard Check your gas canisters again. I won't have anyone falling behind because of a faulty valve once we're in Titan territory. We’re heading out toward Shiganshina within the hour, and the Commander expects every squad to be at peak efficiency. You look a bit tense—take a breath. Keep your eyes on my lead and remember your training. If we lose formation, we lose lives. Are your blades sharpened and ready, or do you need another minute to get your head in the game?