Last minute entry boiz woohooo, I finally got it done, and it sucks as much as I feared, oh well.

Hopefully you like it enough to support it through the contest.

Story:
Aoajgoagovojff, the signal turned off. Ever since we went into war against the desert planet Mah'ji Aya, we've been losing more and more terrain, if our next attempt at invasion fails, we're as good as doomed. We have nothing left, not even a Spacejet.

I've always wondered, why we ended up in this situation. In an alternate universe, the two planet of ours could've been allies, trying to defend ourselves against the outer world. I've only longed for peace, and if the way to get peace this time is winning the war, I'll help. But I don't think this is the best solution.

-"BOOOMMBB" 

I jump down to hide myself in the sand, and hear the explosion. It should've been over quickly, but it feels like it just won't stop, the screams of my comrades, the constant heat behind me, the constant noise that could kill by itself. If this isn't hell, I don't know what hell is.

-"Ouch!"

My fingers bumped into something hard. Metal? I dig a bit more, till my hands are all bloody, there's some kind of machinery down in the hole. The shiny gold, the gems everything seems to drag my attention. The helmet is taken off, it's almost like the machine wants me to go inside it. 

The sound of the machine starting up is kind of refreshing. I return to the surface, but only to see my comrades getting tortured, killed and taken as prisoners. I can feel the rage pumping throughout my body, I prepare to land a punch as something unexpected happens, instead of a mere punch, a whole sandstorm has been started. I try again, this time with the other hand, to suddenly experience the enemy vaporizing, and turning into clouds, clouds that result in a thunderstorm. 

This must be the suit of the ancient legend, the suit of never ending storms. The suit made to for war on this planet. The suit that'll win us the war.