The night my father was hunted by Imperial agents, he put me in an escape pod.
"Remember, never touch a mecha." This was his final warning.
Ten years later, I stood in the empire's most elite mecha training camp.
The instructor patted me on the shoulder: "You are a born warrior, codenamed 'Patricide'."
The target image pops up in the first actual combat mission briefing - that broken mecha is my father's car back then.
System prompt: The target carries the empire's top secrets, eliminate all associates.
I gripped the joystick tightly, and my retinas reflected the damaged cockpit of my father's mecha.
——The person sitting inside is actually me
