Vector, piloting Merlin, hurtled through the atmosphere of Yoshin, heading for the continent of South Yoshin. He brought the fighter to within a few feet of the ground, hurtling along at supersonic speeds. He flew the ship through a canyon, Merlin voicing his disapproval all the way. As they pulled out of the canyon, the skyline of Stardust City was visible. Ringing the city was the main attraction, and the city’s namesake: the Stardust Speedway. The speedway was a venue used for many sporting events, including races pitting Vector against some seemingly superior machine. Vector always won in those races; he was too fast for anything else to catch. He flew over the city, multiple layers of traffic weaving around the skyscrapers. (Yes, Stardust City has skyways, not highways.) He sat his fighter down on a pad next to the Stardust City defense force HQ, and opened the canopy. He jumped out of the craft, and removed his helmet. He was greeted by two other yoshies, one red, and one green.
"Hello, Sprint." The red one said. "What’s happening with you?"
"Not much," Vector said, "Just cruising’ around."




The space around Yoshin was silent as the planet orbited its sun as it had for billions of years. That silence remained, but an intense flash, the flash of two starships exiting hyperspace, shattered the serene blackness, dotted with a million points of light. Yoshin was no stranger to starships. But these starships were an omen of a coming battle, one that would cost thousands of lives, yoshi, human, and others. The ships were the freshly repaired Pentastar, and its sister ship, the Ragnarok. After the two battleships jumped into orbit around the planet, a number of small carriers jumped in behind them. It was a Tairez Empire battle detachment, commanded by Richter Sprint. And at the moment, his mind rested on one thing: attacking this planet. He had tracked Vector and the Andromeda to the world, and now he was hell-bent on destroying it. Richter stood upon the bridge of the Pentastar, looking out the main veiwport, conversing with Reno Kefka, commander of the Ragnarok.
"Are the strike carriers in position, Lieutenant?" Richter said.
"Yes, my admiral." Reno said. With that, the two men lost all air of formality.
"Reno," Richter said, "Today, we crush the lizards into submission. It will be a grand day for us."
"Yes. Yes it will," Reno said, "This day will mark the beginning of the end for the lizards."
Richter raised an arm, with an open hand, and he pulled his arm down, closing his hand into a fist, signaling the beginning of the attack. A moment later, wave upon wave of fighters and bombers poured from the Ragnarok and Pentastar, and the hundreds of smaller carriers. The sky above Yoshin was darkened by a swarm of spacecraft, striking death down upon the planet like a swarm of angry bees. North Yoshin City was the focal point for this first wave of attack, standing like a proud monument to the yoshi society, it was about to be desecrated by the vandals piloting the horde of starfighters. At the same moment, hundreds of pods, each one containing a Viper class mecha rained down on the world, cracking open on contact with the ground, unleashing a 10-meter tall harbinger of death. The swarm of attackers did not go unnoticed, however, as it was very large, blotted out the sky, and dominated yoshian radar screens like a grizzly at the teddy bear’s picnic.
"Sir, there’s something you should see." A radar operator called to his commander, in the Yoshian army HQ. The commander walked over to the operator’s console, and nearly choked at what he saw.
"Call the YPDF. Tell them that we have a code red." The commander said. He then punched a red button, setting off an alarm. He spoke, his voice ringing out in every hangar bay on Yoshin. "Mobilize all MS Yo’shar’s. our world is under attack."


Vector, lounging in the rec room of the Yoshin Planetary Defense Force HQ, had not a care in the world. The YPDF was a paramilitary organization dedicated to protecting the planet, but considered themselves separate, and above the Yoshian army. When an alarm klaxon started blaring, and a scramble alert ordered, Vector was one of the first pilots to leave the ground. Vector, having arrived in Stardust City a while back, had been made commander of the YPDF. The fighters of the YPDF, the Stiletto class fighter, were based loosely upon Vector’s fighter, except it lacked anything starfighters had, except laser cannons, and an ability to fly in space. The four engines of Vector’s starfighter burned a bright blue as he pushed tem to their max. His ship was joined by wave after wave of Stiletto fighters. Suddenly, next to Vector’s fighter, an Imperial Aurora class fighter de-cloaked.
"Hello, Vector." The pilot said, the soft voice giving her away as a woman.
"L-Lorel?" Vector said, "Lorel! What are you doing here?"
"When that one green yoshi crippled the Pentastar, I fled, and followed that silly looking train shaped starship. When you left it in your fighter, bound for this place, I followed. I know what’s going on; Richter is trying to crush the yoshian resistance on this planet. I think we need to stop him.
"Agreed." Vector said. "Lorel, you take Red Wing. I’ll command Blue Wing. Lets do it to it, and nail Richter to the wall."
With that, the group of fighters, numbering nearly 400 in all, proceeded to North Yoshin City at full throttle.



North Yoshin City was a grim sight already. The battle had been going on for only two minutes, and the burning hulks of Yo’shar mobile suits littered the landscape. Many of the city’s gleaming skyscrapers had been reduced to so much rubble by Imperial bombers. The fighters of the invading force swooped around in wide loops, strafing the city, targeting anyone and anything they could line up in their sights. A group of MS Yo’shar suits held their ground on the outskirts of the city. A lone Razorback fighter swooped down, and fired its cannons. Being a lone fighter, its firepower was insignifigant. With a quick blast from its beam machine gun, the mobile suit reduced the fighter to flaming debris. However, the suits were no match for sustained fire from a large group, or turbolasers. A single Aurora fighter opened its cannons up on the group of mechas, and reduced all but one of them to slag. The last thing the pilot of the lone suit heard was the pained screaming of his comrade. The fighter then spun about, and fired upon the mobile suit, the turbolaser cutting through the titanium armor of the machine like a torch through butter.
Richter looked at the planet, and the myriad flashes of light, signs of the battle below. He took a sip of an exotic blue alcohol, watching the carnage below. He smiled, his lips curling into a sadistic grin.
"This will be the day the lizards fell." He thought to himself.