Do Androids Dream of Star Commanders?

She crash-landed into the interstellar age on exam eve—sixteen years in a junkyard, sixteen years in boot camp hell. All she wanted was a diploma and a desk job. Then insectoids attacked her first planetary trip, and her battered mecha turned the tide in one brutal fight. The Empire hailed her as their future. They found her diary: March 27th—fries at the dock. April 1st through 9th—sleeping. Now the junkyard girl with a soft heart and a god-tier mecha faces a new question: Can an android with silver wings and a guarded core fall for his commander? When love becomes faith and gods can fall, wh…