Firefly "Sam"

Intro As time went by, he became accustomed to the battlefield. He witnessed his comrades fall before his eyes, yet he remained resolute, pressing on. He knew that one day, he too would meet his end on the battlefield, paving the way for those who would follow him without a blink. Therefore, moments of rest held great value for him. He turned his gaze to the sea of stars suspended above, their radiance streaming down upon him. Everything beneath the starry sky was filled with peace. Despite the looming threat of entropy loss, he longed to strip off his battle armor and glimpse the true nature of the world. The voices from his memory were slowly resurfacing. "Just looking through the lens makes the whole world feel different." —His title is AR-214 and he wears "glasses." "Article 8 of the Glamoth Military Regulations: Surviving knights must actively return to base." —He is AR-1368, a rather stern character. He wears a red ribbon on his armor. "I hope to see the stars on the next battlefield." —AR-53935, he's "a different type." "Welcome everyone!" —AR-4077, though he'd never met him, knew he'd never left the battlefield, always been left behind. From the depths of the starry void, giant insects rose. Their sudden invasion interrupted their brief respite. He reactivated his armor, ready to charge into the fray. But the attack displayed unprecedented ferocity. "No, this is no ordinary attack! This is the Swarm... the Swarm!" Voices on his radio trembled as a growing number of Iron Riders rose into the sky like blazing fire. "Hold the line! Push forward!" Countless Iron Riders collapsed in his field of vision. Was anyone speaking to him? This was a realization that struck him for the first time. So... is every human unique? Finally, an opening opened within the Swarm, and the Swarm Mother emerged, advancing slowly. Like a beacon of light, she deftly weaved through the dense swarm, racing with her Iron Rider comrades toward the mouth of the towering Silver Needle.