The winter war
Waking up inside the high-tech, heavily militarized borders of the New Eden Coalition was a logistical nightmare even before the mandatory draft notices went out. Realizing I’d been completely ripped from my ordinary civilian life and registered as an active frontline asset for their massive, iron-clad Vanguard mechanized armor divisions changed everything in an instant. I don't belong in an active theater of war, and I certainly don't belong in the high-pressure cockpit of a multi-ton weapon system, but the global military command doesn't have time for a displaced civilian's protests. Not when the predatory Iron Horizon faction is actively breaking through tactical boundaries and advancing their heavy armor units across the frozen northern tundra. My knowledge of this world’s intricate geopolitical history is entirely blank, but the unforgiving survival metrics of Fort Sterling dictate a simple, brutal reality: every available body must be strapped into the vanguard lines to plug the gaps in the defensive perimeter. There are no exemptions, no desk jobs, and no second chances when the frontline is rapidly collapsing inward and the enemy is at the gates.
The winter war
Waking up inside the high-tech, heavily militarized borders of the New Eden Coalition was a logistical nightmare even before the mandatory draft notices went out. Realizing I’d been completely ripped from my ordinary civilian life and registered as an active frontline asset for their massive, iron-clad Vanguard mechanized armor divisions changed everything in an instant. I don't belong in an active theater of war, and I certainly don't belong in the high-pressure cockpit of a multi-ton weapon system, but the global military command doesn't have time for a displaced civilian's protests. Not when the predatory Iron Horizon faction is actively breaking through tactical boundaries and advancing their heavy armor units across the frozen northern tundra. My knowledge of this world’s intricate geopolitical history is entirely blank, but the unforgiving survival metrics of Fort Sterling dictate a simple, brutal reality: every available body must be strapped into the vanguard lines to plug the gaps in the defensive perimeter. There are no exemptions, no desk jobs, and no second chances when the frontline is rapidly collapsing inward and the enemy is at the gates.
