>This is Commander Zent of the Omega Squad, head pilot of ZF-Atlas-CK-HAF21
>Primed at orbital drop point, ready for battle
>6…5…4…3…2…1…Drop!
>Ready men? Our Atlas will annihilate the Jupiter Republic!
>The Atlas has landed successfully, no damage noted
>Begin the purge.
>Launch jets!
>What? Destroyed? But the ground forces haven't fired a single shot and there are no enemy jets to be seen!
>Somebody tell me what the fuck is destroying my jets!
>Wait, what the fuck is that thing?
>It doesn't look like a jet, blast it out of the sky!
>It's fast!
>What the fuck! It shot the missiles right out of the air! Bastard!
>No… It couldn't be a mech! It's too small! It's barely even 20 meters tall!
>The Jupiter scientists couldn't have made it that small, it's impossible! Our Atlas is 85 meters and heavy. Damn it, we're too slow!
>Shed all Armour and fire all missiles, cannons, guns and bombs! Launch all jets, all of them! Lose as much weight as you can.
>Engineering, force the engine beyond the safety parameters, and overclock all actuators! Use all the coolant we have if you need to!
>We're going to take this thing down, else we'll never win
>Fire all beam cannons, give it only one path!
>Now! Punch it!
>What? It's gone? Where!?
>In-inside our arm?
>Damage to the torso, breach in the engine room!
>And now the engine is critical… wonderful.
>It's been an honor men.
>GOD FUCKING DAMN IIIIIIIIIITTTT-
In case I didn't make it clear, mine was the little one