Chapter 1: MECH
Nebula Prime
Prolouge:
The Battle for Nebula Prime, Hagura System
679 Interstellar Era,
Pulling back the throttles as the battered imperial combat armature begins
to glow with the tell-tale light of a core breach. Shifting my weight in my seat, skin-tight pilot suit stretching as my own mecha's control register's my movement as the Multi-ton war machine halts just meters in front of the striken enemy machine at the commands of flesh and blood inside the cockpit. With a twist of my legs, the control interferance sends the twelve metric tons of the combat armature's leg crashing into the disintegrating enemy machine, sending it careening off into the middle of the enemy formation. With a brilliant, self-annihilating flash, the crippled machine's matter-antimatter core goes critical, taking two other hostilities with it.
Every corner, more enemy machine die as allied mecha pour supporting fire into them, exployting the hole torn in the enemy formation by my attack.
With their formation shattered, the enemy advance guard flees for the safety of their distant supporting vessels, Behind the Main army fleet moves up to press the attack, allowing me and my fellow pilots to advance and regroup. Scanning my tactical display, hoping to find and rendezvous with my unit. Instead I find three dim lights heading away from my position, each with the signatures of escape pods. I point my mechs plasma pistol towards them, But killing them would waste ammunation i could need later, lowering my mechs weapon I let them go. as I watch the three imperial escape pods escape to safety of their fleet's defensive fire.thr past five years of war between Earth and her colonies have been a traumatizing experience for humanity's collective psyche. I remember seeing those men and women whose good hearts have been broken by War, those who could wreak death and destruction without a secod thought simply because they no longer saw it as something monstrous. the escape pods of the vanquished opponents disappear off the edge of the sensor display.
Breathing a sigh, I'm glad that I'm not one of them. A voice brings me out of my pensive mood and into reality. "Are you just going to let them get away like that Boss?" The window on the commscreen display's an image of a Black-Haired young woman with full cherry lips, a beautiful nose, and a skin color of cream, her brow furrowed in frustation: Ensign Fatima Asadi,
my wingman, possessed of undoubted talent and the instincts of a natural Hunter, But far too Vicious for her own good. Looking at my wingman in the eye I open my Mouth and say "I'm not going to waste my ammunition on the helpless targets that can't shoot back." Asadi gives a Sigh of resignation, as if she were my commanding officer instead of the other way around. "I'll have to take your word for it sir" I nod my Head, "Glad I've made myself clear Asadi," as I look over my main Display, beyond my wingman's face and at the battle still raging before me, High above Nebula Prime's Surface. Half a decade of war has honed my ability to pick out fiend from foe to a razor's edge. Within Seconds, I was able to pick out the friendly warships and combat armature unit's of the fleet as they open up against the main body of the hated enemy.
They, Like me, fight for the Democratical Extrasolar Colonies an Alliance of Human colonies fighting for independence from growing tryanny of Old Earth's Empire of Humanity Ascendant. The rebellion itself had been centuries in the making. while the human species had needed strong,
central authority to govern it during the first uncertain decades of interstellar colonization, the organization that would become the Empire did not adapt to changing realities as Earth's colonies grew into powers in
