World War V: The New War
The world is at war. Humans are fighting humans. Now students in high school have been recruited to fight. They were chosen to pilot various mechs since only young people could handle the stress. And here in Andrew High School, this is no exception. The school itself is a mech hangar. Hidden under the dome is the central launch bay. The students are called to fight at a moments notice.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the character names and mecha designs...
(Issac's POV)
'Damn, third block is really depressing. I never have anything worthwhile to do.' he thought.
All of a sudden, the emergency announcement sounded. "We are under attack. All pilots please report to their machines and prepare to launch. All others are to report to their designated areas or the shelters."
"All right! Now I can have fun!" said Issac. As he dashed towards the hangers, he met up with his buddy Matthew Luna. "You ready buddy? Because this time I'll beat your kill score!" exclaimed Issac.
"You wish! My assault unit may be slow, but it can easily outgun your unit!" retorted Matt.
"Ha! Ha! That's the spirit! Let's go!" And with that, they suited up and hopped into their mechs.
(Normal POV)
Issac was currently piloting the Anarchy Gundam, which was a close-range unit equipped with some powerful close range weaponry and advanced countermeasures to allow him to get in and get real personal. For any other range than close, his unit packs one sniper rifle, one beam rifle, and two e-missile launchers.
Matt was currently piloting the Chaos Blast Gundam, which was an all-range unit in that it carried enough weapons to saturate an entire battlefield. All of the weapons are energy type so that it wouldn't run out of ammo. Though it's slow, it can evade well enough to escape those that get to close, and if it can't, it has two shields; an anti-energy, and an anti-solid, which can protect it long enough for it to fire some weapons at point-blank range. If that fails, it has one last trick under the armor. It has a powerful repulsor device that can push back anything within its radius to 400 m.
As Issac's and Matt's units were launched, they got ready to fire.
Before Issac even hit the ground, he used his sniper rifle to eliminate three opposing mechs and five vehicles. "I drew first blood with eight kills! Beat that!" shouted Issac.
"That's too simple. Watch this." And with that, Matt charged the enemy line head-on. As soon as he passed the closest enemy, he engaged his repulsor and shot ten enemies that were careening from the repulsion right in the cockpit. "Now that's how you deliver the coup de grace."
"Psshh... Whatever. This is how you should fight!" And Issac started to rack up chains of kills using two of his swords.
"To simplistic. My turn!" Then Matt joined the fight. As the two started to cut through the ranks, a several more voices were heard.
"Hey you two, leave some for us! After all, we can't let you have all the fun!" shouted Ryan in his Speciniff 13 Virtuoid. "Forget those two. I want some blood." whispered Rosie while licking a blade in her Mzyr Delta "Rose Custom" Virtuoid. "What a waste of my time. Let's just complete the mission," retorted Ares in his White Knight Temjin Virtuoid. "Calm down you three, let's prove that we are just as good as them," said Samantha in her Angelan "S Custom".
Now the real massacre began. Ryan used his unit's weapons to dish out some punishing assaults. Any that got close was sliced in two by his scythe. Any that got away was sliced by his Evl Screamer that was tossed like a frisbee from his unit's back. "Take this suckers!" he yelled as he launched his Evl Screamer. As soon as it sliced the opposing unit into two, he shouted, "Slice and dice! All right! Hee, Hee, Hee!!!"
Rosie quickly and quietly moved around the battlefield, stabbing her energy knives into the cockpits, ripping pilots out of their cockpits to scare them, or crushed the pilots while they were still inside their machines by forcing her unit's hand into the cockpit and squeezing them. "They're too pathetic. They move too slow, and they cower and run if they see their allies eliminated. This is a waste of time," she said.
Ares simply cut his opponents into two perfect slices or sniped them with an ultra-precise shot from his Slepnir Mk.∞ beam blade/rifle. "Calm down, we'll get to face worthier opponents once they assign us to fight on the front lines. For the time being, let's just concentrate on fulfilling our garrison duty," he said while sniping off a turret on a heavy tank.
"Humph. Whatever. I just hope it's soon, for this is really getting boring," retorted Rosie. "Hey, hey, hey! Who cares when you get to chop them up!" shouted Ryan. "I do," responded Matt. "I prefer facing off against elite forces that can give me an actual high in battle instead of severe boredom." "I don't care what the rest of you think, I will just continue to follow order as long as they are reasonable. After all, obeying orders comes with special advantages," said Ares.
Samantha gracefully shot her opponents with her ice crystals; simply amputating and beheading them in a neat special of hers called Finale-Six. Finale-Six goes like this: 1. Left Leg. 2. Right Arm. 3. Right Leg. 4. Left Arm. 5. Head. And finally, 6. Using the Ice Dragon summon to deliver a fatal blow to the cockpit. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I like it when it's more peaceful. War is such a waste of good resources," she returned. "And I do not mean the pilots. I meant the rare metals used in the creation of the war machines."
In just 30 minutes, the battle was over. Issac's unit suffered minor damage to the arms when he charged a shotgun-equipped unit, since Matt's unit was armored, his unit only had paint burned off, Ryan's unit's right arm was not responding, Rosie's unit suffered some chipping due to collisions, Ares's unit's head visor was damaged, and Samantha's unit only suffered thruster failure after a lucky shot disabled it.
"That was a great battle out there. All of you suffered minor damages that can be fixed quickly. Now for the final kill count: Issac, 50. Matt, 60. Ryan, 48. Roseanne, 66. Ares, 60. And Samantha, 50. Your monetary rewards will be transferred directly into your special accounts," said Commander Rhodes. "Thank you Sir!" responded the six pilots. "Now start heading back to class. All of you still have 20 minutes of class left." "Aww..."
As the pilots were heading back to class, Matt whimpered, "Man... I just got that paint job done yesterday!" "Quit whining. At least your unit was the most intact," said Issac. By the time the pilots got back to class, it looked like nothing has ever happened.
"By WWII, Hitler became..." the teacher droned on.
"This going to be a long day..." muttered Issac.
To be continued.
NOTES:
The reason for the changes in personality in all the pilots is due to the interface between the pilots and their machines. The interface brings out the best fighting attitudes from deep within their subconsciousness. The end result are pilots that can fight amazingly well but have some altered personality. Once they leave their machines, it takes about ten minutes for the pilot to return to their normal state. The interface can turn even the most introverted and reserved person to the most demonic if that's what it takes to bring out their best fighting abilities. The pilots are trained extensively so that they would get used to their "other half." Still, some pilots are uneasy with their alternate selves. On an end note, there have been rumors of an even more advanced interface being tested that can control a pilot if their minds can't handle the immense data feed and can cause potentially permanent altered behavior...
Current pilots and their alternate persona
Issac – Aggressive, cocky, showoff, and prefers to get up close and personal.
Matt – Aggressive, overeager, showoff, and prefers to fight with artistic grace.
Ryan – Relaxed, suicidal, sharp-tongued, and prefers to deliver a slow and painful death.
Rosie – Silent, bloodthirsty, prefers shadow tactics (ninjas), and takes pleasure in quick death.
Ares – Silent, straight to the point, cold-hearted, and prefers ultra-precise & efficient combat.
Samantha – Relaxed, graceful, calm, and prefers to call war a form of dancing.