"... heat source detected! BCU gears, closing in."

Kesshu was not listening at all. The large blips on the radar map in her HUD were like a post-hypnotic command, driving her deep into a trance-like state. As the AI continued to fill the back of the mind with vocal information, Kesshu Hekarly pulled hard on the flight control stick, which was then drenched in her perspiration.

The I-Gear pitched its nose skywards and began the almost vertical climb. Various warning systems flashed and wailed their best, all trying to get the attention of the Gear's only pilot. The missile warning system delivered blasts of bright red signs...

Kesshu had her eyes closed. Tired. Lazy, perhaps. After spending nearly 12 hours in the crammed cockpit of her Gear, the fact that this was the "deadly final boss fight" did not help at all. It felt radically different from the times she spent in her childhood, in front of her TV with a game controller, fighting in a very similar situation with just a jet fighter. Kesshu just wanted all of these to end. Even though she did her best looking all psyched up and ready.

"It's just like the way they did it in the anime! A weak amateur pilot like me, against a whole squadron of elites. I just can't stop thinking how hot-blooded the situation will be!" Kesshu had concluded, thus driving away her initial worries with a single-minded "burning" phrase of a fangirl, Kesshu was sent off into battle with the mentality of a "test pilot", ready to die for the country.

Too late now, eh. A forced smile came upon her lips, as if an audience is witnessing her final minutes of glory. One missile chased-

"Hey, this is getting kind of corny and repetitive."

Fine, you guessed it. Kesshu didn't die. As for whether she's had hidden mutant powers or-

"OKAE. STOP. =\"

I opened my eyes and faced the world around me as the surroundings faded into view.

The year is 2006 A.D. The human race, as we now see it, has headed into an era in which human infighting took on a totally different form. Thick haze surround the homes of the innocent in the tiny island Republic. People grit their teeth as they speak of Them, the ones who transformed the environment, promising one another vengeance in the form of nuclear bombs... if they ever get a chance to do so.

Of course, it's a matter of time before the Gradosian Lizards will determine Earth and its race of humans as a growing threat due to its outrageous infighting and send technogically advanced machines to-

"I SAID, STOP IT ALREADY. That's so not original."

-smile and wave, smile and wave =D- ehehehe. Okay, I quit. You win.