Mecha Eclipse 0 - Introduction

One brave soul fights against impossible odds and betrayal

The year was 2527. In the dark reaches of space, a relentless scourge of biomechanical parasites known as the Ravagers had become the embodiment of nightmares. Born of an ancient, sentient alien virus, these entities possessed the eerie ability to transform any metal they encountered into living biometal, a substrate capable of mimicking the forms and functions of its infected hosts.

For a century, the citizens of Zeta Prime—a sprawling colony orbiting a captured red dwarf—had fought valiantly against this menace. Cybernetic beings had defended their territory with unmatched resolve. Energy reserves were dwindling, rationing and austerity was reaching critical with many citizens deciding to go into hibernation, or more extreme measures. Their last hope rested on a colossal and ambitious project which some deemed as their salvation while others deemed it foolish: the construction of a type of Dyson sphere around their wandering Red Dwarf home.

As the project was nearing completion, an anomaly emerged from the abyss of deep interstellar space. It loomed like an artificial moon, but upon closer drone scans was revealed to have the same spectral signature as the biomechanical Ravagers which drained their resources and cost many lives. The sum of all fears, it was given a name. Oblivion. Its insatiable appetite devoured outposts and obliterated defenses. It seemed there was no stopping the inevitability of what was nothing less than a cosmic horror of apocalyptic proportions.

Eclipse, the stoic and battle-hardened leader of Omega Guard, knew the stakes better than anyone. Zeta Prime stood on the precipice of extinction, yet the colony was fractured. Political schisms widened as a faction of pacifists, weary of endless warfare, argued for surrender, believing that Oblivion could be appeased or that resistance was futile. The vote was cast, and orders were made clear: Zeta Prime would not engage the threat. They would wait, watch, and hope for survival in the eye of the storm.

But Eclipse could not stand idle. Disobeying her directives, she led three of her most loyal lieutenants on a covert mission into the jaws of the unknown. As their sleek, adaptable crafts approached Oblivion, a sudden signal struck, a pulse of malice from Zeta Prime itself—sabotage. The betrayal shut down their weaponry mid-flight, and in moments, Oblivion’s superior defenses met them with overwhelming firepower. They spiraled helplessly, their ships and supply crates scattered across the surface of the colossal interloper.

When Eclipse awoke, she was alone within the dark, echoing caverns of Oblivion’s interior, her systems damaged and her power reserves critical. Bioluminescent plasma spheres shimmered nearby, sources of energy and hope. Gathering the fragments of her strength, Eclipse activated her basic systems, the faint glow of teal energy coursing through her sleek frame. Transforming her vehicle into different forms—a high-speed assault buggy, a battle tank, a nimble, hovering scout—became her only means of survival.

With each plasma sphere, her arsenal grew, piece by piece. Her first objective was clear: attempt to make contact with her surviving force, track and obtain their supply crates, and adapt to the uncanny, shifting horrors of Oblivion’s interior. The living moon was not just an enemy but an enigma, alive and bristling with alien intellect and unpredictable mutations. Every corridor writhed with metallic tendrils, every chamber pulsed with energy, and hostile constructs emerged as if willed into existence.

Eclipse’s mission was more than survival; it was retribution and salvation. The fate of Zeta Prime, the Dyson sphere, and every cybernetic soul within it rested on her alone. To face Oblivion was to confront a nightmare given form, but she had no choice but to fight, adapt, and conquer the living moon—or watch Zeta Prime meet a face possibly worse than death.