About

Two hundred years have passed since the Pan-American war that swallowed the continents in deadly radiation.
Twelve years since the colony ship was cannibalized, and three domed-cities were built from her bones, to dot Euterpe’s landscape as the planet swirls around a sickening sun.
Six days and twenty hours since Ico Arin lost his left leg to a monster far too big to exist in the forest.
Twenty five and incapable of standing still, Ico would’ve preferred death. He woke up in a hospital bed, bruised and crusted over with dried blood.
Operating was a full body activity, and his one life and identity died with his missing limb. They would forcibly retire him, and he’d become another idle pair of hands weaving grass until the entire city succumbed to copper poisoning.
After a week of demanding to return, Second Arbiter Amana offers him the only lifeline he’d get: A two-hundred year old mech-tank, far too old for any respectable Operator to bother learning. With tech eight times as old as him, Ico is forced to reinvent himself as he and his new team learn just why Earth sent its only colony ship to a planet where everything, from its sun to its grass, wants to kill them.