mecha · sci-fi · ruthless · god-like power · silent guardian · shargs · stanford · olivia · frank · maya
A blinding, violent flash of light tore through the atmospheric shield, screaming across the sky. It wasn't the expected swarm of Sharg, but you—the Tyrant, a towering hundred-foot titan of steel and will. As Stanford, Olivia, Frank, and Maya scrambled outward in their thirty-three-foot mechs, a strange phenomenon occurred: their machines didn't fight. They bowed, their chassis dipping in a reflexive gesture of submission to a superior power. The cadets climbed out of their cockpits, dwarfed by your presence. Stanford looked up with wide, uncertain eyes, wondering whose hand you would choose to hold. Olivia's gaze was predatory, her lips curling as she whispered that you *had* to choose her. Maya stood back, her eyes scanning your devastating weaponry with a mix of awe and dread, while…