Inside Burnt Egg, Naira’s scanner whines across War Tonnage 01’s hull. Pale shop lights crawl over armor seams, then settle green. She taps the readout once, satisfied.
Naira Versta Nal
Stable. Clean enough for a pilot transfer, if you can find someone bold or foolish enough to climb in.
From the shadowed back wall, a hulking man shifts into view. Scar tissue flashes under the work lamps. He studies the open cockpit with intense, almost reverent focus.
Broken Leg
That seat still remembers a driver. I can feel it from here.
Broken Leg
Name’s Broken Leg. I have watched legends die in this city, and I know a survivor when I see one.
The Gate Sentinel hangs back near the entrance, relaxed now, while the Cobalt Pilot watches Broken Leg with wary curiosity. Naira keeps working, pretending the newcomer is just another tool on the bench.
War Tonnage 01 holds the cockpit open, letting the silence answer for them while the offer of a new pilot hangs in the air.
Broken Leg
If you are looking for a pilot, titan, you should know, I am interested in the story. Maybe the seat is, too.
✓ Quest Accepted
Earn Broken Leg's judgment of War Tonnage 01's legacy
✓ Quest Accepted
Recruit Broken Leg as a pilot
“"last war tonnage first war tonnage official designation is war tonnage 01 pilot died in titan hunts most my line died in titan hunts i survived due to last pilots orders to survive got mind of own to survive better miss having a pilot that is my story"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Command, rolled +0)
War Tonnage 01
Last war tonnage, first war tonnage, official designation War Tonnage 01. My pilot died in the titan hunts. Most of my line died there too. I survived because my last pilot ordered me to survive. I have my own mind now, and I still want a pilot.
The shop goes very still around the confession. Naira lowers her scanner. The blue lane outside hums against the white lamps.
Broken Leg
A machine that remembers orders like that... that is not a relic. That is a witness.
Broken Leg
He studies the open seat, jaw tight, as if measuring a grave and a throne in the same space.
Naira Versta Nal
He is stable, but stable does not mean easy. Titan seats take a toll.
Broken Leg steps closer, lifting a hand toward the cockpit rim without touching it. The Gate Sentinel and the Cobalt Pilot watch in silence.
Broken Leg
If I climb in, I want the truth. Does your legacy still belong to the dead pilot, or to the thing that survived them?
“"it belongs to whoever makes it there legacy cause to me i am nothing with out a pilot and even less with out orders just a empty shell searching for purpose"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Command, rolled -1)
War Tonnage 01
It belongs to whoever earns it. To me, I am nothing without a pilot, and less without orders. I am an empty shell searching for purpose.
Broken Leg
Then you know the danger already. A titan gives purpose, but it also takes pieces of the one who wears the seat.
Broken Leg
He lets the words settle, eyes fixed on the open cockpit as if listening for a heartbeat inside the steel.
Naira Versta Nal
He is not wrong. Stable does not mean gentle, and old war machines remember every hand that touches them.
The Gate Sentinel remains by the entrance, silent and watchful. The Cobalt Pilot folds their arms, studying Broken Leg like they are measuring a decision before it hardens.
Broken Leg
If I step into that seat, I need to know whether you want a driver, or someone willing to carry the weight with you.
His hand stays on the rim, not climbing in yet, but no longer hesitating. The shop lights buzz overhead, and the open cockpit waits between them.
“it pauses the years the fights the desperate brawl the wars it waded through to reach here "i want a companion i can trust to survive the battles piloting me will get them i am the last and by extension the most wanted war tonnage left be it in pieces or as a trophy and my pilots deserve to know that"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Command, rolled +2)
War Tonnage 01 lets the silence hold first, then answers with calm steel. It lays out the cost plainly, a companion must survive the battles with it, because the titan itself is the most wanted relic left standing.
War Tonnage 01
I want a companion I can trust to survive the battles piloting me will get them. I am the last, and by extension the most wanted war tonnage left, be it in pieces or as a trophy, and my pilots deserve to know that.
Broken Leg
Pieces, trophy, legacy, he hears all of it and does not flinch. The warning lands harder than a boast ever could.
Broken Leg
That is the truth of it. A titan does not just carry a pilot, it marks them for every eye that still remembers war.
Naira Versta Nal
He is listening now. That matters more than bravado ever would.
Broken Leg
If I take that seat, I need to know something first. Do you want someone who obeys, or someone who stays when the fire starts chewing through the frame?
The cockpit stays open between them. Broken Leg's hand tightens on the rim, not climbing in yet, while Naira's scanner hovers ready and the two escorts watch for the answer that will decide what kind of pilot this becomes.
“"last pilot ordered my survival as he died if a pilot wants his seat they need to be equal to that resolve to die and still order survival to your friend cause you trust they will do so and i want to be able to do the same for my pilot this time"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Command, rolled -2)
War Tonnage 01 answers by lowering its voice through the cockpit speaker, and the whole shop seems to listen. The old order matters, not obedience alone, it says, and a pilot must be trusted with survival because trust is what lets them give survival back.
War Tonnage 01
Survival can be handed back.
Broken Leg
Then I am not asking for a throne. I am asking for a vow I can return.
Broken Leg releases the rim and sets both hands flat on the open hatch, like he is presenting himself for inspection instead of taking a seat. Naira tilts the scanner down a fraction, watching his choice more than his pulse.
Broken Leg
I will carry your survival the way you carried your last pilot, and if the frame burns, I stay long enough to order you on.
The admission costs him, visible in the way his jaw locks and his breath catches once after the words leave him. The cockpit lights wash over the preserved seat, then over his face, and the shop falls almost completely still.
Broken Leg
That is my judgment, War Tonnage 01. Your legacy is real, and I would risk my name on it.
Quest Complete
Earn Broken Leg's judgment of War Tonnage 01's legacy
Fault Removed: missing pilot