Wayne dreamed of piloting a thirty\-foot\-tall walking robot that was closer to a battle\-tank than anything else. They were called Walkers. They were armed with laser cannons, rockets, missiles, and heavy kinetic weapons more similar to artillery pieces than guns, and everything that went with that. Unfortunately, he had been declined military service. His only avenue left to become a Walker Pilot was to make it happen all on his own. Under his own power. With his own hands. Literally. Working his fingers to the bone, saving all he could, and digging through junkyards and salvage pits, Wayne made it happen. One part at a time. He was now, finally, at the starting line. Having built a very rough Walker that he had cobbled together himself, he scavenged a few weapons that were perfect for starting out and had just enough money to afford ammunition. His long\-term dream was just about to start. Perhaps even forming his own Walker Mercenary company and hiring people to work with him. Except just as he finally moves forward, his home world is about to take a gigantic leap backward. With Wayne at the center of it all, without ever truly realizing it.

Wayne dreamed of piloting a thirty-foot-tall walking robot that was closer to a battle-tank than anything else. They were called Walkers. They were armed with laser cannons, rockets, missiles, and heavy kinetic weapons more similar to artillery pieces than guns, and everything that went with that. Unfortunately, he had been declined military service. His only avenue left to become a Walker Pilot was to make it happen all on his own. And he did just that. He became a true Cavalier, was wounded, gained squad mates, and founded the House of Hesh. Now, the universe is shifting. Faster than Wayne can even keep up with. He freed his home world and became a national hero. Only to find that what had been an opening move in his life from going from a nobody, to a somebody, was only the starting point to an 'interesting life'. A war inside the Confed is brewing. One that is going to draw every corner of the Confed into it. Somehow Wayne is already managing to put himself front and center for it. Both as a spectator... ... and a Cavalier.