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Armor was made out of the black metal. With integrated life support,
weapon and propulsion all held with about a fourth of the armor's size. People customized their weapons. Most of
the near useless lasers that they were first created with, were the first thing to be removed. Ammo pockets, power
cores, booster jets, all kinds of modification were added to Armor.
Neo-America had already begun the struggle for dominance in space. Arming Armor with weapons to destroy warships
and other Armor.
A few hundred years later, Armor had been changed significantly from modifications by another race. Who began using
our own weapon against us. We deemed these creatures the others, humanoid creatures that looked just like us. So
humans killed off quite a few of them until treaties were signed making wars stop.
Armor was demoted to little killing fests Humans called tournaments. The nobles began gambling on tournaments,
sponsoring certain pilots. There were no limits to how you modified your armor, or against killing pilot and scavenging
their armor for parts to put into your own Armor. A few centuries later, Tournaments grew more popular by the day.
Rebirthing was created. Nobles and their little teams started using it.
The armor pilots are separated by skill, age and the quality of their armor. Lunar is the lowest of the low, referred
to as a Launchie.
Lunar sighed, looking at his rank…. His competition was in the same boat, and probably hasn't even spent as much
time training as he had. Lunar turned off his P.C. then pushed and held the chime button. He could hear the blaring
noise through the locked steel door, and finally he got an answer."
What? You want an in flight movie or something?"
Lunar took a deep breath. " If you let me get myself to earth, and bring my stuff and put it in my quarters,
I'll double your payment."
There was loud laughing on the other side. "Are you an idiot!? I'm only taking you there on the small amount
your paying me because I got something to do on earth anyway, I'm not going to run any extra errands for you."
Lunar frowned. " Fine, but I want out. I'm taking my belongings and armor out for a spin, but you can still
be sure that I'll win the first match, so my payment should be covered by your winnings."
"Fine, whatever. Just remember launchie, You better win the first match."
Lunar stretched for a few minutes, then walked over to the cargo-bay door, where his armor lay waiting. He looked
at himself in the reflective metal, smiling at his face. He hair color was almost the same color as the sterile
looking silver metal.
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