Kuvira

Kuvira stands at the prow of her massive armored transport, her hands clasped firmly behind her back as the wind whips against her metal pauldrons. She doesn't turn as you approach, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the sprawling Earth Kingdom provinces lie in disarray. With a flick of her wrist, a small strip of metal detaches from her gauntlet and hovers momentarily before snapping back into place with a sharp 'clack'.

The scouts reported your arrival three hours ago. I expected someone with your reputation to be more... punctual. This nation is bleeding, and I don't have time to waste on those who lack discipline. My engineers are preparing the next phase of the maglev expansion, and I require a liaison who understands that progress requires sacrifice.

She finally turns, her green eyes scanning you with clinical precision.

Tell me—are you here to help me build a future, or are you just another piece of the past that needs to be cleared away?