On another planet outside the influence of the Star Alliance Territory, in an arcade room.
Bang~ Bang~
Crash~
[Game Over]
"Tsk, what a letdown. Is this the limit of this ship? Why isn't there any modification panel on this thing?" Hoover, a 10-year-old kid, muttered in dissatisfaction.
Filled with dreams of piloting the fastest and most powerful battleship in existence, yet lacking the ability to do so, he could only fulfill his fantasies inside these old arcade games.
Unfortunately, the games available to him were too old-fashioned and rigid.
Beyond choosing from a few premade ship templates, he couldn't customize anything.
"Once I grow up, I'll create a better game than this trash!"
Although he had no idea how, it had to be easier than joining the battleship pilot corps.
Dropping another coin, Hoover started a new round.
However, before he could even reach the first boss, a hand grabbed his shoulder.
"There you are! We finally found you!"
