Alpha 1: MS-1/T-18

I woke up suddenly. Vision hazy; memories hazy; thoughts hazy; hearing hazy. It was as if I was in a physical and mental fog.

I laid there on the ground for about a minute, gathering up my thoughts and memories. Questions buzzed through my head, as if I was some sort of bee hive.

Where was I? Why an I here?

My vision restored itself slowly. After most of it cleared, I could finally see.

Blue. Blue and white was what I saw.

A large blue canvas was above me. Puffs of white covered it.

It took me a few seconds to kick myself mentally. That was not a canvas, that was the sky. The puffs of white were clouds.

I looked down at what I wore. I had on a green-camo patterned shirt and skirt. Over my shirt was a relatively stiff dark green vest. I was wearing hiking boots.

On top of my head was a flat-topped helmet. I felt my hair and pulled up a lock of it to my face. It was a dark green color that lightened slightly when it got to the end.

I don't ever remember sleeping here, on the grass.

Wait... I don't remember anything at all...

The most important question right now: Who am I?

I heard a rustling behind me. With extremely quick reflexes, I grabbed a knife that was somehow conveniently placed on my vest, quickly stood up, and pointed it in the direction of the rustling. Instantly, I felt lightheaded. My vision went black for a second as I stumbled around, dizzy, before slamming into a tree. I collapsed in front of the tree, my consciousness fading.

Before my mind went blank, my clumsiness reminded me of the noob MS-1 tankers that would always drive off the bridges into rivers.

Wait, what is a noob?

And what... is an... MS...1...?