In the dim light of the room, the Military commander swallowed hard. he had five stars on his shoulders and was a usually proud man. However, this was not his finest hour. This was a bit far fetched, no this was fucking insane, asinine and not ok. This was as alien to him as well... the fucking aliens invading the planet. He cursed under his breath.
"I..... grr...." The commander began to say, only for his assistant to speak up. "Sir, please, time is short as it is, we need you to introduce the new group to the current situation." the woman said.
"Fine! you..... things are new soldiers and weapons for the Asgard initiative. We captured one of their down saucers and the boys..." he said, then got a mean look from the assistant. "... and girls in the lab figured out it was how they manufactured weapons and were so quick to come up with new weapons to counter our own. It's how we've been losing and you're merely the second group to be produced from this machine. As to how we got it working, none of our scientists have been able to produce anything worthwhile, nor our soldiers.... turns out it requires an immense amount of passion and love for the created object. We brought in gun enthusiasts but they only produced normal weapons. So we turned to the only source of weaponry on par with the enemy, nerds, otaku and gamers. You're the offspring of their minds and passion, so we have no choice but to entrust the planet's survival to you. We're down to but a few bases and the rest of planet is in ruins. Please girls, we're counting on you to fight for us...." He said as the lights came up to the mecha-girls infront of him.
Turning and leaving, the commander walked into his officer, then sat in his chair. He had a family line of military leaders, generals and heroes. He needed their guidance, he needed their luck and their skills. What he needed right now though, was the strongest scotch he could find.
With the door closed now, the Assistant Took center stage and gestured to the hallway door now. "As you are all still rather new, we have the last remaining member of Batch 1 to train you. I ask you give her your respect and treat her as you would a teacher." said the assistant before letting in the member and then walking into the general's office.
Walking in the door was a girl, she had on a long white coat, a tank top and shorts. From the thighs down, she had metal legs, black frame and detailing with white armor pieces. "Greetings." she said, taking the center stage of the room and giving a bow. "I'm Kosetsui, but you may call me Sensei or 'Snow'." she said and gave a look around at the class. "From this day forwards, i'll serve as your mentor, your teacher, your guide and most of all, the voice in your ear feeding you info on the battlefield. Follow my voice and i should get you all back here, home at the end of each day." she explained to them.
"Now, any questions?" asked the girl, looking around.
"I..... grr...." The commander began to say, only for his assistant to speak up. "Sir, please, time is short as it is, we need you to introduce the new group to the current situation." the woman said.
"Fine! you..... things are new soldiers and weapons for the Asgard initiative. We captured one of their down saucers and the boys..." he said, then got a mean look from the assistant. "... and girls in the lab figured out it was how they manufactured weapons and were so quick to come up with new weapons to counter our own. It's how we've been losing and you're merely the second group to be produced from this machine. As to how we got it working, none of our scientists have been able to produce anything worthwhile, nor our soldiers.... turns out it requires an immense amount of passion and love for the created object. We brought in gun enthusiasts but they only produced normal weapons. So we turned to the only source of weaponry on par with the enemy, nerds, otaku and gamers. You're the offspring of their minds and passion, so we have no choice but to entrust the planet's survival to you. We're down to but a few bases and the rest of planet is in ruins. Please girls, we're counting on you to fight for us...." He said as the lights came up to the mecha-girls infront of him.
Turning and leaving, the commander walked into his officer, then sat in his chair. He had a family line of military leaders, generals and heroes. He needed their guidance, he needed their luck and their skills. What he needed right now though, was the strongest scotch he could find.
With the door closed now, the Assistant Took center stage and gestured to the hallway door now. "As you are all still rather new, we have the last remaining member of Batch 1 to train you. I ask you give her your respect and treat her as you would a teacher." said the assistant before letting in the member and then walking into the general's office.
Walking in the door was a girl, she had on a long white coat, a tank top and shorts. From the thighs down, she had metal legs, black frame and detailing with white armor pieces. "Greetings." she said, taking the center stage of the room and giving a bow. "I'm Kosetsui, but you may call me Sensei or 'Snow'." she said and gave a look around at the class. "From this day forwards, i'll serve as your mentor, your teacher, your guide and most of all, the voice in your ear feeding you info on the battlefield. Follow my voice and i should get you all back here, home at the end of each day." she explained to them.
"Now, any questions?" asked the girl, looking around.
