Juno Reeves is something else. The Representative Candidate of Canada, and one of the only two males in the entire world with the power to operate an Infinite Stratos, an IS, a war machine built for vast aerial combat. Forced to enroll in the most prestigious academy specially built to train pilots of these war machines, the stereotypically polite Canadian teenager knows little of what he will face, who he will meet, or who he will have to fight. One thing is certain, peace is fragile. Juno isn't perfect, a problem he is oblivious to. His own personality. Especially, in this new cold war. (Disclaimer: Infinite Stratos doesn't belong to me, and neither does any of the images and art used in this fic.)

Lautaro Tejedor is the seemingly cold, antisocial and IS Representative Candidate of Spain. He's one of the only two males able to pilot an IS, an Infinite Stratos, a flying mechanical exosuit. However, this boy has a bigger burden he's carrying on his shoulders, something that's been troubling him deeply.. (Disclaimer: I don't own Infinite Stratos or any other songs/images/movies/games that I might reference.)