Dear Dad... So, here I am on my new ship, the secret vessel (censored by officials)!

After The Worms attacked a few years back, and killed 70% of the world's military age males, it was pretty easy for me to sign up for navy duty. Sure, my job scraping the bilges isn't the greatest, but here's some of my shipmates:

They make it all worthwhile. Oh, them? They're the pilots, would you believe? Our future is in the hands of a bunch of teenage girls. Not much else the military could do, really, after The Worms ate everybody else, but still. At least they can be military when they have to.

I know, I know... "we're doomed." That's the usual reaction people have when they see them. And they might not be wrong, to be honest. We're not sure yet. See, they're the pilots, but they can only fly for 20 minutes or some special nano-doohicky they have to have applied (I volunteered for that job... Chief Nakajima made me look for his keys in the aft bilges. I think that meant 'no.') dissolves and exposes them to the elements. Or something. It's kinda vague. Anyway, the pilots fly these things called "Sonic Divers", but everybody calls 'em mecha. They're some of the most ridiculously spindly combat machines you've ever seen!

The pilot needs those nanodoohickies for protection, because it's pretty clear that the mecha doesn't stop much. I'd hate to fly through a squall in one of these!

Of course, the things can convert to something called "A-mode." I'm not sure WHY they can convert, because they don't seem to gain anything from it... except now they're sitting down instead of dangling in the slipstream.

A few days ago, we were attacked by a Worm mass. After the attack, I'm sure that our military was led by idiots back when the Worms first showed up. All the Worms did was shoot harpoony spikes at the ship. Yeah, it took out one of the ship-borne cannons, but really, we weren't in any danger.

So the Sonic Divers launched, fought The Worms, and won! Yay us!

Later, I was walking by the Squadron Ready Room and overheard this:

...then Chief Nakajima made me clean the Captain's head. The Captain left his PDA in there, and I found out the names of Our Heroes:

I suppose I shouldn't've done that, but what are they gonna do to? With most of the world's population eaten, they can't spare me... someone's gotta clean the bilges, right?

Well, I hope the family is doing well. Give my love to Mom and The Brat. I dunno when I'll next get leave; the bilges here REALLY need to be cleaned. Says a lot about our Sky Girls, I guess.

Love,
Your Son.

PS: Our communications chief is a little odd... she's got a hamster as a pet and keeps yelling weird things at it:

I swear, I'm the only sane one here.
-me.

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