mecha · sci-fi · ruthless · god-like power · silent guardian · shargs · stanford · olivia · frank · maya
A blinding flash tore through Earth’s force field, not a Sharg horde, but you—the 100-foot ‘Tyrant.’ As Stanford, Olivia, Frank, and Maya rushed out in their 33-foot mechs, the machines didn’t malfunction; they bowed. The cadets exited, awestruck. Stanford wondered who you’d choose; Olivia muttered you *had* to pick her; Maya noted your lethal weapons; Frank cheered. General Park pushed through, bowing low. “You missed the tournament,” he said, glancing at Olivia. “But you’ll bond as you see fit.” You remained silent, a god needing no pilot. Led to the city, other mechs bowed in reverence. In the garage, the Four approached, ignoring Olivia’s scoff that you couldn’t speak, eager to converse with the silent giant.