This is a sci-fi fiction. It contains mechs(Not the Japanese ones with huge plasma swords or breast missiles, there are people fighting in human sized mech suits, but not many.), some fantasy, and is a very short version of an original fiction I plan to create later. Somewhat of a preview of the first chapter, showing a couple of canon characters, and the main villain. It's a working title, so the name may be changed. Some names or characters may be changed or removed, as I see fit until everything is good.

This story was made to somewhat make fun of sci-fi, mecha anime, and some other kinds of anime in a satirical way, when I was thinking of creating a joke meant to make people laugh, but not actually laugh. It focuses more on the characters and a great conflict than the technology around them. This is also an experiment, to see what many kinds of mecha(GIANT ROBOTS) I can create, from the realistic ones to the kinds with eye beams and multiple arms. This experiment works by myself showing multiple kinds of fiction starring a mecha and its pilot. I may also make sprites of these mecha if I feel inspired enough.


This idea came to me when I was making fun of my little brother, who is obsessed with shojo(and magical girl) anime to the point where people can call him a fangirl.


"Ugh..." A hand shook as the rest of the body was under the debris of what appears to be a large building, which is indescribable at the moment, due to the nearby combat. The hand seemed to be pulling the body out, the rest of the action was the main focus.

"Dammit," A Stalker unit(these were those basic scout and stealth mechs, a bit smaller than the other mech types, but was a lot faster, and carried a long range beam on its shoulder, usually the right. they were quadrupedal, and had a decent shielding system.) was slowly stepping backwards, as the cockpit was no exposed, keeping the pilot at full risk. "Commander, Where's NAXIS squad? We're being slaughtered like damn-" Just at that second, the pilot got a reply, while his left arm was beginning to fall asleep due to exhaustion(A terrible thing to happen, especially during the situations of combat require full steadiness and focus.)

"NAXIS Demolitions Nathan and Elanor are coming to aid your squad and commando Rammus. We'd like to send in...in two squads, but they'll arrive a bit late. About thirty minutes after our two NAXIS units get there."
"I don't freaking care! Just get somebody to save my ass right now!"

The pilot's stalker was shot down by a beam, at the same time,(luckfully) his adrenaline caused him to eject from the stalker, him being launched backwards about a hundred feet. He took off his helmet, and watched as the seven other stalkers(who were fighting closer to the enemy) being wrecked by beams and a rocket(by the time the rocket was fired, only two were left standing, and one pilot was shot in the hand as his or her attempted to fire a missle back, leaving only one able pilot and stalker, who was flanking the enemy, and what seems to be, their leader, who is wearing mechanical armor up to most of the neck.)

"Sargent Delva, do you copy?" The pilot who ejected was running from the scene to get a good distance and view, constantly fired with his MP5 at two foot soldiers who were chasing him. "I hear clear, but where's fucking NAXIS?" The pilot shot into the head of one of the foot soldiers, as the second tripped. He slipped into a building(In a clumsy and panicked way, I'll remind you.)

"Ahhh....Christ, I need a medic..." A soldier was biting his tongue and squeezing his left foot, which was bleeding slowly but gradually(It was really messy, but not too disgusting.) The pilot read the soldier's tag code(these tag codes were on the shoulders on the uniforms, which consisted of two letters, and three numbers. The two letters were the initials of the soldier, and the numbers...Well, what's important is the battle, not about a number.)

"You're Glenn Rammus, right?" The pilot was looking through a window while he reloaded his smg.
"The one and only. Now, get me a first aid kit, and a knife, Bo." The pilot(who I remind you is Bo Delva) ignored the injured Rammus, and took out a grenade.

"Don't take forever. Anyway, Augmael and his elite unit's been flanking our lefts and slamming down on our fronts, and we're in need of ground and mech units,(Maybe some footmen, but we might still have most of them alive) and we've got to request a God Strike." Rammus took a quick breath, and was handed a bandage, then slowly wrapped it around his bleeding foot. He stood up, ignoring the injury hindering his movement slightly.

"Now, NAXIS has two of their units coming in, and we've got about four dozen Grinders(Heavy mech units, usually made for defensive purposes, are rarely sent out unless they are truly the only thing that could turn the fate of battle. They are ), coming in. We've got to get the hell back and slow down Augmael's unit!"

Rammus coughed out some snot, and picked up a handgun. "Seriously, we have no other choices?"


Whether this scene will be canon or not will be based on how people like it.


I'd like some comments, or requests to add more.