Strapped in, and waiting in the cock pit. The red light still hung above her head, flashing for other mecha operators to get ready. She was already ready and they seemed to take so long. It wasn't going to be any different, but she would always get anxious. Leading the way was such a thrill, along with fighting a battle she knew she would win. "Come on! How long does this have to take!" She flicked on her screen and screamed into the mic. "We could have won already!" Her face appeared on everyone's screen, blocking the view of the red light. "Stop being so cocky, Naiji." Growled one of her back up. Finally the light seemed to change just for her, rewarding her impatience. Everything grew in her favour, and off she went. It was almost as quickly as the lock was undone and the platform unfolded. She almost scraped the paint off her mecha trying to slip in between the narrow exit. "Naiji! You're supposed to wait for a clear exit!" She could feel her heart pounding. Her eyes sparkled from the lasers and anger that other ships got to start without her. She was their star fighter and they had left their start to burn up her energy on her tail. Dancing through the ammo that fired off she swiftly tried to make it to her goal. She wanted to follow orders and finish off the wave of enemies as quickly as possible. But her back up did not follow behind her and watch her back like they should have. They had abandoned her to fight enemies that attacked them head-on. They had no choice. Ambushed by lasers and sharp metal her mecha began to glitch out and become hot. With great speed, her mecha was falling to Earth. Was this punishment for being so eager? She thought. Flames reddened the metal and it started to turn black, cooking like a charred marshmallow. Across time, something similar was happening. But she was no star fighter, just an average rookie who made a simple mistake and was falling just as hard to her home planet. The battle was so small compared to Naiji's battle. It was nothing that the rookie wasn't trained to handle, but she seem to freeze up. Eyes wide in fear, one prayed and the other girl just cursed her team. They believed they were going to die as the nausea set in and their skin began to melt on certain places. The ends of their hair would burn and fray. Their bodies tried to sweat off the heat to keep them cool, but it was almost hopeless. The heat shields weren't properly set or maybe the software in the mecha was glitching. The crash was like an instant fracture to their ego's and soul. The mecha that linked them to the battle had scattered into scrap metal. Survival was almost out of reach.