It's an ordinary workday for you, when sirens sound throughout the city. Sadly, this is not an uncommon occurrence. You sigh and resignedly start to pack up your things, hoping this might be a drill, when a thunderous force slams into the building; the wall of your office is sheared off, into open sky as debris rains down. Before you, many storeys above groundlevel stands an immense biomechanical monstrosity. You clutch the timbers that remain of your desk for dear life as the creature rampages through neighboring structures. The abomination roars, earsplittingly load, before it turns, its attention drawn in a new direction. A massive explosion erupts upon the beast, sending it stumbling backward, then another, and another.

You've seen the newsclips, everyone has. Those are gunshots, gigantic gunshots from an impossibly large cannon shaped like a revolver. The revolver is carried by the ARROW mech, a titanic man-shaped machine that steps into view and begins to pummel the monster, green residue staining its metallic fist with each strike. You cheer for the mech, the pilot is kicking whatever-that-thing-is's ass. Your celebration is short lived, as the immense vibrations jar you from the ledge, sending you tumbling through the air. Your grasp blindly in futile desperation, closing your eyes in resignation to a fall from that height, when suddenly you find purchase on something! You're clinging onto a huge metal plate on the hull of the ARROW! You clamber into a more favorable hold as the machine moves under you. Spotting something that looks like a hatch, you throw yourself into the dark bowels of the machine. You fumble your way through barely man-sized tubes, until you emerge in a brightly lit room with some kind of screen looking out onto the city, and the monster. You take in the sights of the cockpit, only to spot of all people, your girlfriend, Emily! She's wearing a bright red suit that tightly hugs her entire body below the neck, as if it were molded to her.