Survivors

It took a month for the military to kill most of the Kaiju's, Army acted as the supported unit, Air Force helped Marines annihilate Large Kaiju's which were up to 100 meters. Small Kaiju that grew up to 40 feet and 70 were killed by Mechs piloted by Marines.

Small Kaiju's were a lot slimmer and agile, thus making it lethal and difficult to fight. Mechs averaged around 40-50 feet, they flew as fast as fighting jets and could fly up to 30,000 meters and at a 10 Mach speed. 

About 43 Kaiju's including 2 Large ones invaded California, 256 Marines were killed in action out of 1,000. Every Kaiju was eliminated, but the destruction of California remained.

Before I left to go back to the Marines, I was worried. I was worried for my little brother, he had nobody to take care of him, he was still young. Charles insisted to take care of him until I came back.

Before I went on flight, I kneeled down, looked at my little brother.

"Wassup buddy, you gonna miss me?" I said.

"Yes" Mat nods nervously "How long will you be gone for?" He asked.

"For awhile bud, but I promise I'll come back as fast as I can. But lets make a deal, you stay strong, drinking that protein shake like I been telling you and guess what, I'll buy you that new console that's going to come out, deal?"

Mat nods, I then hugged him tightly. "I promise I'll come back" I teared up, but I had to look strong for Mat, to let him know his big brother wasn't weak.

That was a month ago, I kept thinking about Mat while I'm on my rack. I was in schooling to become an Archangel pilot. We went through Infantry training for a big, but it was mostly Mech training, plans for this MOS was still going under change. But it was only for this company, or Echo company is what we were established for school. 

The school wasn't too bad, compared to bootcamp everyone was much better. Our combat instructors treated us differently, more nicer, as long as we weren't doing anything stupid. But that didn't stop the Marines from doing dumb shit.

One of the student was caught sleeping on Firewatch with a vape and phone on his hand, his name was Payton. He later was hazed in the head that night.

The course was 5 months, and was actually held near by Parris Island. The same area to bootcamp, so every time we would pass by the recruits, we'd also fuck with them even though we were boots. 

Training to be a pilot was also pretty easy, controlling the pilot was basically like your bigger brother holding your hands and pretending to punch with them. 

The Mechs were powered by fusion core, it was an oval shaped size of a computer; located to the upper center of the body between the traps.

The Mechs also had 4 adjusting rocket-like booster on the back of its body. This allows the pilot to maneuver the mech omni-directionally and fly, but this did not dismissed the G force behind it which was the most difficult part about maneuvering these robots. The Corp didn't care too much if pilots couldn't handle certain G force, but as long as they were able to pilot one, they were qualified to become Archangels. 

But they also established the top Marines that excelled at piloting, thus were chosen to join certain unit. There was a top 10 Knight Head badge, top 20 Skull badge , and top 30 Musketeers. 60 students out of 500 that performed better than others. 

Surprisingly, those top students were able to choose which unit they wanted to as a reward. Problem is, Marine Corp doesn't offer rewards.

The first 2 month of school, we had classes on how the Archangel program came in plan, and how they work or operate. The hardest part, staying awake.

I didn't make much friends in bootcamp, mostly because everyone hated each other there. But everyone here seemed chill, and some couldn't stop getting into fights. One night a student was kicked out of the Marine Corp for beating the death of another student.

It was the middle of the night, his name was Ray, he came back from the head and saw another student who went by Gomez, stealing one of his gears.

"Yo what the fuck are you doing? Give that shit back dude!" Ray said.

"The fuck you mean dude, this shit mine" Gomez fought back.

"It's on my wall locker, what the hell are you talking about, I'll say it again, you ain't give my shit back I will beat the shit of you" said ray.

Gomez was the same size as Ray, but he was stronger and had experience in fighting.

"Oh yeah, do it bitch, you ain't gonna do shit" say Gomez.

"Oh I will, I'll beat the living shit out of-"

Left hook, right hook, Ray fell to the ground. Then Gomez stomped on his, and later was tackled by Henry.

"You fucking stop" said Henry.

That was the only night that bothered me, it was even sad knowing they were actually buddies throughout the training course.

Luckily Henry showed up, Henry was a pretty funny guy to hang around. He was tallest out of all of us, he did martial arts for a while and was a D1 wrestler. He'd help other people who were struggling, even emotionally. But Gomez was something different. 

There was also friends I made, Whalen, Damon, Conley, Taylor, Ku, Rincon. Whalen despite having a beard, looked like he was still in middle school. The Instructor never stopped making fun of him until graduation.

Damon had an African accent, the instructors made fun of him a lot, such as mimicking him and asking if he misses "Wakanda". Obviously it was nothing personal, but this didn't stop Damon from being who he is. Damon was one of the strongest and built guys in the platoon, he did boxing for a while but he's also kind of dumb. 

Conley vaped a lot like Payton, but he was smart, but he had no discipline. Always late to formation, sleeping during watch, and losing gears which he end up stealing others.

Taylor was like a brother to me, we'd hang out during the weekends, and when we had watch together, we'd talk about our favorite movies, video games, and what kind of bitches we would fuck.

Ku despite being a short man, could beat up most of the people in the platoon. For a skinny guy, he had some strength behind him when it came to fighting. He's fought 5 people in the platoon, it was only sparing though.

Rincon was the clown of the platoon, but I enjoyed hanging around with him regardless. Everyone made fun of rincon for always sounding retarded. But he was pretty smart despite his "social status".

We entered the final stage of training, the Examination of becoming an Archangel. Training was conducted by the beach, close enough to not cause destruction and danger.

The goal was to destroy dummies as fast and proficient as possible, dummies were placed on poles that could reach 50 meters on dummy boats. 

Maneuver of the Mechs was also graded, meaning even if you had a low score on dummies, you could still pass or reach the top 60.