MSVR
Suits surrounded me. Everywhere. NO WAY OUT!! I turned around, saw a flash of movement and pulled my trigger. Explosions showed me that I had hit my mark. They swarmed all around me. EVERYWHERE! I backed up, a wall! I pointed my scopes on all the enemies. Fired. A salvo of missiles swarmed from my weapons, each one hitting its mark. Only one enemy remained. I shot. I shot again. His suit was crippled, he hailed me. I accepted and his face appeared on my screen. There was something about his face, it seemed familiar. And then I saw it, and his face was mine. A ringing pierced the back of my head and my eyes opened to the blinding light of monday morning.
I took a long shower. The dreams had been coming up ever since I had gone to this school. MSVR. That's what they call it. That's what I have. It means Mobile Suit Vision Recurrence. It's a brain disease that happens to old Mobile Suit pilots who have seen too much battle from the cockpit of their suit. But I had never seen combat, well not unless you can call the sparring matches we have at the academy combat. This disease had come onto me ever since I piloted my first mobile suit. After that hellish battles would play out before my eyes. And they always ended the same way, with me killing myself.
Scott, hurry up you're gonna be late! my brother called from outside the door of the bathroom. I slammed the faucet down and dried myself off.
Nice move retard now I gotta go 60 to get to school!! My brother screamed over the blaring rock music coming from the truck speakers. The abuse I got from my brother every morning was now normal. He got drunk every night and then blamed me for his problems. It mad me angry, since I didn't even need to go through this situation. I could just pilot my suit to school like almost every other kid at the academy, but no, my suit was sitting in lock H7 under the school, along with all the suits of kids who took the bus. The school came into view and Chad slammed the breaks, the squeals of the brake shoes and tires meeting made the announcement that I had arrived. This was actually a good start to a day. Usually I had to jump out of the door onto the concrete. Chad hated to stop and was usually more drunk than today. I walked into the entrance hall of the academy. Checking myself in the large mirror, I made a discovery. My blue/teal school uniform was at home and I was in blue jeans and a t shirt. Breaking school dress code, worth an hour in the hole, but knowing the loathing of the suit instructors towards me I was likely to get four. That's four more hours of solitary combat than necessary. I wouldn't sleep well tonight.
The whirr of the bell was sounding as I ran through the metal carvers beneath the school. I was supposed to be out on the front lawn in line for inspection. I ran to the lock of my suit, slammed my keycard into the slot and yanked it out. The giant door opened I sprinted up the side stairs and leapt into my open cockpit. My fingers raced along the keyboards, buttons, and switches as I closed the cockpit and started the suit up. I walked the suit into the giant elevation shaft that would take me to the front lawn. The vacuum suction pulled my eight ton suit upwards. Luckily this shaft lead to the back of the line, hopefully I had not been missed yet.
I made it. I came up right in line and was three suits away from the inspector. I shut my suit down and opened the cockpit door. Standard inspection procedure. Today's inspector was Lt. Colen, a surly, short tempered guy fresh out of the mobile suit infantry corps. or MSIR. He had something in for me and always wanted to catch me slipping up. the main reason he was angry at me that our suits are almost identical. Suits are named in this academy by the type of suit it is. A student with a zaku suit is Z-and then their rank among their suit type. I myself am G-1. Gundam one. The one in this case does not indicate superiority, it is there because I am the only student piloting a Gundam suit. Colen is the only other person in the whole academy with a gundam also. Mine is better.