We are legends of Aventress.

Pilots to your stations.

Sink your cores.

Fire up the engines and prepare for launch.

This is Walt for eternity.

Love rages in my heart, blazing through the endless sky.

I follow you across the stars, far beyond the dying life. 12 cadets stand in a line in the

highest hangar of Castle Ascalon, with spotlights illuminating each one of them.

They all stand across from the huge mech suit that they have earned through their skill, determination, and teamwork.

The rooks of Operation Waltz stand motionless, but it feels as if each of the suits is staring down at its future pilot.

General Sigurd steps out from the center of them, fully armored in his metallic and mechanical nightly

regalia, a laser longsword at his side. As he approaches your lineup, he speaks with a voice

projected from his helmet. Twelve hundred. Where there were once twelve200, now there are 12.

You have risen to the top.

In order of magnitude, of an order of magnitude.

I stand before the best of the Cavalad Empire.

Each and every one of you have earned your place in Operation Waltz, and the rook that

you will bond with, pilot, and wield like an extension of your own body. And now, kneel,

you will say the words, make the oath, pledge your lives, and become true knights.

General Sigurd stops before each of the pilots,

drawing his long sword and tapping each of their shoulders back and forth

as he says the words of the knightly oath of Cavalon,

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