The cause of the Grand War is a topic heavily debated upon, sure there are some theories on why it happened, but not all of them add up.

One of the more prevailing theories is that the formation of the Crimson Pact between the Republic of North America, the North European Alliance, the North African Union, and the Sino Empire. The theory states that the formation of the alliance had caused rival powers to join hands as a precautionary measure against them, further increasing tensions between them which then developed into a global conflict.

However I do not subscribe to this theory, while I do believe it was an additional powder keg thrown into the mix, it was not the spark which lit it. I believe the formation of the alliance had similar effects to the ones caused by the nationalization of the Persian oil fields.

What I really believe was the cause, the Grand Spark, as I like to call it, of the Grand War, was the Ethnic Genocide of those of Indochinese descent in Sino lands.

Excerpt from the book, The Grand Spark: Book 1, by Professor Richard Volga.

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Sergeant Charles Clyde was standing outside of General Aders personal study, inside the room was of course General Aders and TES 603. Both of them have been talking for some time. To be honest, Clyde didn't want to get involved with the TES, why? Because TES are terrifying.

Clyde was so terrified, his heart beating so loud he believed the UEF would be able to find the fleet just by hearing it.

They weren't supposed to be real, thought Clyde, they were supposed to be made up pieces of fiction, for propaganda purposes.

Upon hearing stories of how the military created super humans to fight in the war, many assumed it was false, to lift the spirits of a war exhausted population. Stories of their valor and their achievements were treated like works of fiction, nothing more than just government mandated superheroes. This was due to how stories and reports of them had been exaggerated, and by the time they had reached the public's ear, it was drastically different. Like a game of telephone.

Of course Clyde didn't know this, he grew up hearing stories of their monstrous strength and their violent and bloody nature. Upon meeting the TES, he immediately thought of all the rumors and stories, depicting all TES as some kind of mentally deranged monster, and he believed it.

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Clyde didn't want to say or do anything that would set the Monster off on a killing spree. He tried to stay as silent as possible, but the Monster kept asking questions. He HAD to answer the Monster's questions, maybe the silence would've set him off.

“WHAT?!” the Monster shouted angrily from the study.

There he goes again, thought Clyde, with low enthusiasm, I wonder what the General sai-

*BOOM*

Unexpectedly, a large sound came from the room, akin to an explosion. Not only did Clyde hear this, but almost everyone in the general area had heard this, and soon, a small group of soldiers stood outside of the General's Study weapons and armor readied. Clyde and the soldiers pressed a button to open the door, and as the door was hissing open, they were already forcing their way in. Although Clyde didn't want to be near a raging Monster, he had a duty to defend the General, so he was the first one in.

Once inside, Clyde and the soldiers looked at the room's occupants. The General was sitting at a desk, sipping his coffee, and the Monster was standing across from him. Clyde noticed the Monster had a shocked expression on his face. There was some anger in the eyes of the Monster, but he didn't seem to be in a murderous rage Clyde expected him to be in, a welcome suprise.

Now it was Clyde's, and the soldier's, turn to be shocked. Next to the Monster was a large dent in the steel-alloy wall, a wall specifically designed to absorb and mitigate the impact from shells and torpedoes.

If he did go on a rampage, would we even be able to stop him? Clyde and the soldiers thought collectively.

Both the General and the Monster stared at the group of armed men. Both groups kept looking at each other for some time, trying to comprehend the situation. The Monster seemed to have realized what he's done and began apologizing to the General.

“General, I must apologize for what I've done," the Monster started, "it appears I've let my emotions get ahead of myself and I've damaged your personal study."

“It's alright, son," said the General, " 'appens to the best of us. Ya only human, being a TES doesn't change that one bit."

"Besides, the armorers and mechanics would be able to fix this in no time," the General continued, "wait, that reminds me. Ya ought'a go to the armory. Get yerself outfitted."

"Wait, I've still got questions," the Monster began, "I wan-"

He got cut off by the General raising his arm.

"I'm sure ya do," the General said, a smile appearing on his wrinkled face, "however one of my priorities is gettin' you properly geared up. Wouldn't want our TES to run into battle wearin' nothin' but clothes a few sizes too small," he said with a laugh.

The TES looked like he wanted to say more, but with a wave of his hand, the General shooed everyone out. Now Clyde wanted to go back to his bunk and maybe play some cards or try to sneak a few drinks from the Officer's bunk. Maybe he could eve-

"Sergeant!" Called out the General, instantly foiling Clyde's plans, "I'm'a need ya to escort the TES to the armory, and while yer there, fix yer damn armor! Yer making the outfit look undisciplined!"

The 7 foot tall Monster looked down at Clyde.

"I'll be in your care, Sergeant" the Monster said, his tone cold with an emphasis on Sergeant.

Goddamn that old man!