Broken Copper

He opened the cockpit and slumped into the seat.

It was an old mech, a product of the First Mecha Revolution. Two hundred years had passed since then, and the mech had badly deteriorated.

With a bloodstained hand, he wiped the dust from the control panel. Through the blur of red and yellow, he seemed to see her eyes again.

He lowered his head, clenching his jaw. He was defiant, unwilling to accept it, with rage filling his heart. Slowly, he raised his hand and pulled down the mech's power lever.

After a long hiss, a deep roar finally sounded, and his heart grew calm. His fury seemed to gather and smolder, as if waiting to unleash a world-shaking bolt of lightning.

He gripped the control sticks with both hands. His gaze was cold as ice, yet a smile tugged at his lips.

He remembered boasting to her that if she gave him a mech, he could bring her back from anywhere.

And now he had a mech again.

It was battered and old, but at this moment, it was the only thing standing by his side.

He would pilot it and declare war on the world.

A story of passion, love, mechs, and war...