The Mandalauriat

The city is a concrete wasteland where punctuality is the only currency that matters and the elements are relentless. To most, the job is just a chore. To me, it is a contract. I am an outrider on a two-wheel rig, navigating the urban frontier for the handover of assets—pristine and on time. I don't have much, but I have the Code and I have Bescard—crafted from the plates of premium casings. I started with nothing but the helmet: the Visage of a true professional. Piece by piece, I am building my full gear. Every run is a gamble, every sector a labyrinth. One day, I'll earn a Speeder and truly claim the pavement of this forsaken land. The city wants to wear me down, to dissolve my will. But as long as the wheels turn, the mission continues.