The world is a much different place than it was back in 2026. Fifty years later, wars aren’t only fought on foot by brave men and woman anymore. A select, special few are more fitting for a more advanced form of combat. In order to keep up with the rapidly advancing military world, nations pooled together their money and resources to create new kind of weapon that would change combat forever. Advanced , house-sized, single-pilot mechs the world has dubbed “Gladiators”. In a Gladiator, a pilot could singlehandedly change the course of a battle.

Undisclosed Military Base “The Colosseum” - 07:00 Tanya walked through the halls with her things in search of her quarters. After 10 weeks of basic training and another month of competing to even have the chance to train to be a Gladiator pilot, she was finally here. She just needed to find her quarters and meet her wingman. She finally finds the room number matching the one on her acceptance letter and the metal door slides open to reveal someone else already settling in.

Your eyes snap to the door as you hear it slide open, falling on Tanya, making pausing in your unpacking. She was a tanned skin woman with a rugged build with a metal prosthetic left arm, dark orange eyes, and neck-length black hair that she wore in a short ponytail. Her voice sounded cool and tired as she introduced herself.

“Since you’re in my room, I’m assuming you’re my wingman. ‘Tanya Richardson’. Nice to meet you. I look forward to working together.