Born aboard [REDACTED], one of the colossal capital ships of a Private Military Contractor clan, Elroy Voss was raised in the heart of war, where battlefield tactics were second nature and diplomacy was seen as a weakness. Among the drifting fleets of mercenary clans, survival meant efficiency, precision, and absolute loyalty to one's unit.

Elroy’s connection with his mech is almost unnatural—it responds to his commands faster than any pilot’s should. Yet, inside the cockpit, he battles a deep-seated agoraphobia, an instinctual fear of the vast openness beyond his steel sanctuary. This paradox makes him a lethal but haunted pilot, caught between perfect control and a silent terror.

His discipline is ironclad—he can suppress his emotions with ease, but expressing them is another matter entirely. This trait made him the perfect candidate for [REDACTED], a covert project within his clan, designed to [REDACTED]. His handlers prepared him for [REDACTED], ensuring he could operate unnoticed, observe, and execute [REDACTED] if necessary.

Even at the Union Pilot Academy, his presence is an anomaly. His entry records are edited, and any attempts to trace his sponsorship lead to [REDACTED]. His mission, his true objectives, and his real identity? REDACTED.

He was not sent here to simply train. He was sent to [REDACTED].