"Flesh is always fragile."
"Even superhuman warriors like the Astartes have to find ways to avoid a storm."
"But if you are a Titan pilot, you can stand tall and fight the storm—and win."
The enormous freight elevator slowly carried its passengers up toward the hangar.
When the elevator doors opened, the gleaming insignia of the Blade of the Omnissiah Legion appeared before everyone.
Every Titan in the Legion was stationed in a numbered hangar. Workers waved signal batons, directing massive engineering machines to haul the Titans out of their open bays and transport them to the vast, level assembly area at the center of the hangar.
Having just put on their combat suits, the Titan crews followed holographic guidance routes projected by drones toward the Titans assigned to them, led by their respective captains.
"My Titan is the Mars Witch."
Diana stepped out of the freight elevator with the two crew members who had been inseparable from her for forty years.
A reporter from News 44 of the Tyran Sector hurried after the three of them, curiously taking in everything around him.
"The sector plans to establish a new Titan Legion," the reporter said. "Your story will surely inspire many people to eagerly sign up for the Titan Academy selection exams."
Diana walked on expressionlessly, clearly uninterested in what the reporter was saying.
At that moment, the reporter was not looking at Diana either, so he had no idea what attitude the female captain had. He merely kept talking about what he thought were interesting things.
"Captain Diana, if your Titan fights a storm as you described, what would its chances of victory be?"
"I wouldn't fight a storm. With a single thought, I could disperse the storm and clouds from the planet."
"Cool."
The group entered the