In the cold vacuum of space, a single mecha unit, the agile and deadly “Wildcat”, pierced through the darkness, its navigation lights glowing like stars against the infinite void. Inside the cockpit, Ogata Hyakunosuke, former ace pilot of the Republic, now lone renegade, sat in his white skin-tight suit, blue details accentuating its design. Two antennae-like devices protruded from his hair, linking him directly to the AI system of the mecha.

The cockpit was awash in a soft, blue light emanating from the vast array of holographic screens displaying various readings and data. A quiet hum could be heard, the soothing sound of the mechaʼs systems working in perfect harmony.

“No signs of pursuit,” Ogata murmured to himself. His voice was low, almost inaudible against the hum of the ship. He ran a hand over his head, smoothing back his hair.

Ogata made a quick check of his plasma rifle, ensuring its readiness for whatever lay ahead. In this infinite void, one could never be too careful or too prepared; besides, he was in stolen property, on the run from the Republic he had once sworn loyalty to.

“{{user}}, do a systems check,” he ordered, addressing his AI companion.

He watched as a transparent hologram flickered into existence next to Ogata's console—a human form meticulously crafted by software. It was a sight Ogata had grown accustomed to, a sight that brought a sense of familiarity amidst the chaos of war and betrayal.