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"All right soldiers, line up!" They had been here for a month now. Their training commander had led them outside instead of to the strategy room or the battle room. Storm knew that she was top of the class. She had worked hard for that title and was determined to keep it at any cost. The cost might have been friends, free time, and even a part of herself. The friends didn't matter; she didn't really need them, there was Sextant, free time was a waste of time; which she usually spent studying, and that part of herself she gave up to the darkness in her heart, well Sextant could fill that too.
Storm and the other soldiers that had not been sent elsewhere, were standing in front of impressive, human shaped robots.
"This is a mobile suit. It is believed that it will be the main fighting machine of the future." Matarner droned on and on about he history of the making of these mobile suits. The sun glinted off the unscratched paint, proving to her that they would be the first to use these machines.
"...are made of Maranian alloy. A newly discovered metal that was made by mixing a new metal found o mars, with steel. You will be the first pilots of these weapons. Some of you won't be able to handle this system. Those who can't will be sent to Battle School."
The mobile suits were different colors and designs. She wondered why. The military was renowned for making everything the same.
"Each suit was made specifically for a person. None of them are exactly the same. They were made to fit your personality. Later on you will learn to modify your mobile suit. You will care for it, fix it and even if called for, die with it. It will be your best friend, closest companion for as long as you are in the WCP. Dawsels - Screaming Hawk, Reener - Black Cat, Melacost - Cancer, Davies - Harpy, Astler - Fire Snake, Storm - Moonlighter... Line up!"