-This is a work of fiction, obviously. All rights belong to respective owners, particularly BamCo and From Software. And honestly, I only put this here out of respect for the series. Because who doesn't love AC, right?-

INTRO AND THINGS

So uh, hi. My name is Zwei (Or Tatsuma/Iwanagi, cause like, Zwei and Tatsuma was taken and ZweiDragon = nah) and I write things. Truthfully, I've written fanfics before, but I never really took it seriously; I only wrote them and never produced. But after not seeing material for the things I like (In this case Armored Core: No -serious- long running fic? Come on, yo...), I decided to take up this mantle and start writing. Being a big fan of the AC series, I decided to just kick up something. (But honestly I think this will be bad.)

I admit that I'm not really great when it comes to plot webbing and things like that (Or maybe I am, who knows), but I would hope my writing style is enough to keep this fic going well and good, so we'll find out. Until then, I'm gonna give this a go and see where it leads. Hopefully, I can make something good, or at the very least, interesting enough to make it worth reading. So without any further distractions, I bring you my first attempt at anything serious: Armored Core: Broken Era.

Enjoy.


Year 2731...

The moon's light pierced through the blinds of the window, and a pair of eyes opened slowly.

"...only 12? Ugh..."

With a yawn, the boy rose from his bed, and walked into the bathroom, and stared himself in the mirror. A Cadet of the Military Academy, he scratched his head, and glanced at picture of his parents, An old relic from his younger days.

"It's been 5 years. I wonder if you guys can see how far I've come."

He gave a soft smile. He never knew his parents, both of them victims of war, but that didn't stop him from going after what he believed was his dream. He would keep going until he couldn't go any further and his dream was accomplished.

"Tomorrow...you'll see. I'll show you both what I'm capable of. Watch me."

And with that, he stumbled back into his room, and back onto his bed, sleep taking him once again for the rest of the night.


Mankind has begun its slow climb back up the hill of destruction. Many years have passed since the days of the Verdict War, and the world is piecing itself back together. Pollution of the planet has begun to die down, pilots of the mechanized harbingers of war known as "Armored Cores" have settled down in pursuit of peace, and corporations have banded together to create a better world for humanity.

However, there are still those who hunger for everything on the planet, from resources to downright control. Rebels are picking up arms, new corporations are being formed to attempt what older corporations failed to achieve, and some AC pilots have decided to band with them, either to assist them in their goals, or just to fight, to see the world burn.

One boy will become the sole pilot who can change the fate of the entire planet. He alone has the potential to be the light in the darkness that is to come...or he shall become the darkness that swallows the world whole. Or perhaps neither.

Will he fight for a new tomorrow? Or will he aid in the journey to the world's end? Will he fight with reason and purpose, or will he become nothing but a demon who cares for nothing but the thrill of the fight, and to bring death wherever he roams?

He lives to find the answer to these questions, And if he can't find one...

He'll simply shoot his way to one.