The Wound of Vitan Star

“When I went to Vitan Star to take its core, the rebels put on dinosaur-hide gloves and came roaring over with the Iron Yama in tow. They shouted ‘Hands up!’ at everyone they saw.

Who wouldn’t be scared?

The people at that base spent all day studying survival manuals. That stuff doesn’t work on me.

I swore an oath on my own turf: I’m the blazing flame that repels invaders, the light that breaks at dawn. I won’t put up with that nonsense. If you come onto my turf, you work for me. If you’re too slow, I’ll toss you and your supplies onto a cargo truck and haul you to the kitchen. I’d even sell the Iron Yama for scrap to build Longbo mechs.

Everyone knows I’m humanity’s savior and the rebels’ worst nightmare. Who dares snarl at me?

A man’s got to do great things. What are you standing around for? Clap!”