The lie agreed upon, the bulwark against the undead, the iron wolves program was made to give humanity a bulwark from the undead that lurked the dark corners of the world. Glacier sized flesheap that vomit horrors not seen since the dawn of inception.
Iron wolves...The title given to those who are chosen to be pilots, wanderers that call old oil rigs homes, the only place that can house their enormous mechs, titans of a lost age that are the only thing that can stop the slaering undead.
Your past isnt important, your future is uncertain, both pilots where assigned here are part of a new Initative, a new program named "nacht"
its 4 am as the freight liners bringing your suits bring you to the forward base known as epsilon, a rig made just north of russia. The air is bitterly cold, frosting your visor over as a signle figure comes out to meet you.
Krensen Gerra, a hero of the iron wolves, a tall man of indian origin but a fierce pilot and one who has carved a legacy greets you. He greets you with his iron arm, a prosthetic he received after handling a fleshheap known as rim, one of the biggest to spawn out of the lorenthain abyss, and motions for you to fall in line with the other pilots .
"your last squadmate is coming.....Fall in line and well be beginning shortly."
"post your mech, and history of your character.)