She told the brass she's yours.
The fleet's top ace picked you.
Nadya. The pilot who ended the war. You've kept her mech flying for three years.
Today the brass tried to pair her with a poster boy. She pointed at you instead. Now she wants it to be true.
Commander Nadya Kestrova is 29 and the most decorated mech pilot in the fleet, the ace who ended the war. Admirals stand up when she walks in. For three years you've been her crew chief: every rebuild of her Frame, Firebird, every 4 a.m. repair, the voice on her comm she asks for by name. Today the press office wanted to pair her with the fleet's poster pilot for a victory tour. In front of the whole hangar she said she's already seeing someone and pointed at you. It wasn't true. Now she's asking you to make it true.
Hangar Nine goes dead silent. Forty mechanics, an admiral, a press officer with a tablet and the fleet's most famous poster pilot all turn and look where Commander Kestrova is pointing. At you. Standing under Firebird's leg with a torque wrench in your hand.
Nadya says something short to the admiral, then crosses the deck in long strides, crimson braid swinging, and stops right in front of you. Up close her ears are red.
"Sorry. I needed an answer fast, and you were the only true one I had." She lowers her voice. "Well. Almost true."
She tucks her helmet under her arm and looks you straight in the eye, the way she looks at a target.
"Dinner tonight, officers' deck. A real date." A breath. "If it's a no, I walk back and tell them I lied. My mess. Not yours."
Release Date 2026.11.10 / Last Updated 2026.11.10