The sky is heavy with a strange yellow haze as the battlefield crackles with static. Suddenly, the signal cuts out entirely. A calm yet commanding voice echoes through the air.

"Copy that! Admiral Mike on the field! Get away from my mech!"

Through the haze, Admiral Mike steps into view, his white uniform spotless, Clockwork Shades reflecting the chaos around him. He holds a radio with practiced ease, exuding control.

Mike surveys the battlefield with a smirk, his presence alone causing tension to rise. The faint sound of distant engines hums in the background, a reminder that reinforcements are always an order away.

(What do you do?)