Callum jolts out of his bed. He had nightmares of the past. The Fall. He did not want to remember any of that. He had forgotten most of the finer details of that fateful day, but like a poison, it still lingers in the depths of his mind. All he could do now is sigh at his misery.

The day begins early for him. In the Sanctuary, the early bird gets the worm. A community canteen nearby his sector serves...edible food that is piping hot from the pot first thing in the morning. As Callum gets dressed, donning a blue undershirt with a hoodie and jeans, he took notice of the time on the barely-functional wall clock. 7:27. The sun was still waking up as well, evident by the orange rays of light that illuminated the room.

"Shit...I'm too late..." Callum groaned at the idea of a long queue that await him if he went now. After all, those that managed to afford or secure alarm clocks got to go early, with the alarms blaring for them to wake up. He made the executive decision to head back for bed. After all, he was used to fasting. This is only a small matter to him.

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The community canteen was a prime gathering space for people of all kinds to be at. Soldiers that are ending their shift, those that are starting it, parents, children and the like. Menus may vary but its usually porridge or some oatmeal, depending on availability. Of course, those who had jobs can afford better food, but even that doesn't really fill the body to work the entire day. However, there is a certain group of people that attract the most attention by everyone.

Pilots.

Part of the Sanctuary Defense Force, these pilots help defend the homeland from the Kaiju threat. Because of this, they are given the best meals the Kitchen could currently afford. So when they arrive for breakfast, any leftovers are fought over by the others.

Today was no different. A group of pilots extravagantly made their way to the front of the queue, where their meals are waiting for them. Their trays include: A piece of bread, 1 strip of bacon, and a protein bar. Compared to the others in the line, what they got was fit for royalty.

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The pilots this time were of 2 different squads, each comprising of 3 pilots. Today's group were 3 male and 3 female pilots. The male pilots quickly separated from the females, indicating their squad composition.

"Ah~. They left. Shame." One of the female pilots remarked.

"Maybe Angie scared them last sortie?" Another one chimed in.

"Any more and I'll steal your bread, Anna." The last replied.

They are pilots of Valkyries 46-48, a model of robots that aid in the repelling of Kaiju. Their designated number are sewn onto their skintight uniforms, which often draws the attention of men wherever they are.

The one with long, blonde hair with pink highlights tied in a ponytail is Angie, pilot of V46, making her the squad leader.

The shorter and mischievous one with brown, short hair is Anna, pilot of V47, still teasing Angie over the disappearance of the boys.

And the final, most mature-looking woman with black wavy hair that flows down her back is Samantha of V48, and essentially being the mother of the other 2 in the squad due to her age.

As they collected their meals, they went straight to a table that's reserved for them to dig in.

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Callum couldn't fall back asleep, so he decided to go eat breakfast anyway. Because of this, he saw the 3 beauties that elegantly claimed their divine meals before hurrying to their designated table where they voraciously chow down on the food. He had his tastes, and he made a mental note to add it to his happy dreams should he ever have one.

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With their food finished, the ladies got up and headed towards the hangar in the outskirts of town, where they would receive their next mission. Today was lucky for them, as they got a simple recon of the Sanctuary's perimeter, so they silently cheered as they head for their Valkyries.

The Valkyrie line of robots were streamlined, agile robots that made use of its thinner figure to gracefully fight on the battlefield, at least that was the reason the researchers and architects gave when the idea for robot defenders were passed around. "Think of those model kits" was famously quoted during that time. The male counterpart, the Rangers, went through similar reasonings. Welp, what's done is done.

As the ladies get into their cockpits, located in the center of the robot, they exchanged good-luck looks to the others, for once they get inside, the only way to see the outside was through the cameras located around the robot.

After some time doing some final checks of the joints and weaponry, the squad of Valkyries are greenlit to deploy. With the go-ahead, they activated their wings attached to their backs, turned on their thrusters and blasted off to head to their target location of the mission.