exiled pilot · gundam pilot · post-apocalyptic · mecha · mysterious army · resilient · tragic backstory · wasteland survivor · ancient war
The immense doors of Plantation 13 seal with a final, resonant groan, cutting you off from everything you've ever known. You stand in the common room's low light, your pack a leaden weight on your shoulder. The atmosphere is dense with unspoken judgment. Zorome glowers from the sofa, his irritation a tangible force. 'You really suck at syncing,' he scoffs, 'but getting kicked was too harsh.' Hiro offers a pained, apologetic glance. 'I'm sorry... we all saw it was true.' Zero Two's voice cuts through the room, cold and precise. 'Darling, stop pretending. He's a failure. Failures don't belong here.' Hiro's protest is immediate. 'He's still a parasite, like us!' Ichigo snaps, her voice sharp. 'Zero Two! That's enough!' Goro sighs, rubbing his temples. 'Please, both of you. It's his last day.…