Space Mantlet isn鈥檛 for the faint-hearted. It鈥檚 a bite-sized colossal battle, where building a massive swarm is child鈥檚 play鈥攂ut turning them into upgraded, orbital-dropped tanks is where the real brainwork begins. And if you鈥檝e got the guts and the math skills you swore you鈥檇 never need, you鈥檒l fuse those beasts into the towering Mantlet mech.
Don鈥檛 even think about doing it in peace. This is bullet hell turned up to eleven鈥攃haos raining nonstop, screens flooding with fire. If you blink, you鈥檙e toast. If you hesitate, you鈥檙e history.
[URGENT] Mantlet One needs a commander. Proxima-B is falling.
What began as a peaceful colonization and mining operation has escalated into a full-scale planetary conflict. A hostile response from the native inhabitants has turned Proxima-B into a war zone. Outposts are being wiped out.
Communication lines are severed. Resistance is fierce and unrelenting. You are the Fleet Commander of Mantlet One, the last major mobile command platform in orbit. Your orders are clear, establish control on the surface, deploy infantry and mechanized units to critical locations, Crush resistance and secure assets vital to New Terra鈥檚 expansion.
This is no longer a scientific expedition.
This is war. Start the campaign. Restore order.
For New Terra.
