"Stop me if you've heard this one, a seven foot tall engineer from Mars joins the army." A chuckle.
"I ain't heard shit like that there." Yoshihiro smiled wide, wrenching hard on the suspension of the rover.
"It's not done yet, so the engineer gets attacked during a protest, breaks his neck, concussed, goes into a coma. Wakes up a few months later with superpowers." The engineer laughed, a hooting hollering thing.
"What's the punchline?" Yoshihiro chuckled for a moment, before realizing with dread, that he did not have one. Stammering and breathing through his lips, he continued messing with the rover.
"Uhh... The Aristocrats or whatever." The engineer laughed harder than Yoshihiro imagined he would even with a punchline.
"Good'un, you got the muffler?" Yoshihiro rolled out from under the rover.
"Mmmhm, should be good now." The engineer climbed down off of the rover, coming up to Yoshihiro's upper arm.
"Sweet, hopefully the dusties don't wreck us before we reach Hope." Hope, a rebel base in the middle of nowhere, you had to take a rover trip across the dusty Martian desert to reach it. Yoshihiro grabbed his dust-cape from the ground, throwing it over his right shoulder, taking a deep breath of filtered air.

"Oh..." The engineer fumbled through his suit.
"I'm getting a call, wait up a minute." Yoshihiro was unable to refuse. Sighing, he climbed up onto the hood of the rover, taking a heavy seat on top of it. He looked down at his hand, lifting it in front of his face. Black glove, orange on the back. A small black lump began moving up and down around his palm, under the skin. It must have looked disgusting to anyone else, but Yoshihiro found it fun, his new powers still took some getting used to.
"No, he's tall, like ten feet tall. That's not even, like, an exagg'ration... Uh huh... Hope is in my sights..." Yoshihiro heard whispering after that. His face twisted into a scowl of confusion, climbing down from his rover, Yoshihiro shuffled over to the valley where the engineer had gone.

"Aye? Kill'm? Nah!... An order? Aw gawsh-dammit, I was startin' to like him too." Yoshihiro slid on his stomach over, leaving a snakelike trail in the orange dirt. The bastard was talking about him! He noticed the engineer drawing a pistol from his suit, looking it over with the call still ongoing.
"He'll die, superpowers or not." Yoshihiro leapt to his feet, throwing himself back towards the rover when the engineer turned off the call and began to climb back up the hill.
"Ey! Mate! I gotta ask ya something!" Yoshihiro hid himself behind the rover.
"Where'd ya' go?" Yoshihiro grimaced as the engineer got closer and closer. Finally, he felt his head pushed to the left, through his visor, he saw the reflection of a pistol.
"I ain't gonna apologize, or say it was nothing personal, because it was, ya' traitor." A bang, and then silence, except for the beeping of his punctured suit.

A few minutes later, the engineer started up the rover and left, and Yoshihiro finally stood, gasping as the air began to leave his helmet, and groaning at the pain in the side of his head. As blood dripped down his face, Yoshihiro grabbed at his belt, finally drawing some duct tape, and wrapping it about the breached helmet. The beeping continued, but hopefully that would be enough to prevent his fluids from boiling.

Walking for hours took a toll, chafing wracked Yoshihiro's body, and there seemed to be no end in sight to the orange sands. Finally, he heard a ringing. Falling to his knees and answering the call, Yoshihiro must have looked a right mess. 
"Hello?"
"Uhh, you the guy with the Jap name?" Yoshihiro's lips puckered into a frown.
"Sure, and yes I'm late, being shot in the face does that." He heard a gasp.
"How the hell are you alive?"
"Well, my skull's cracked in four places, I've got a hole in my head, but hey, my brain's all good."
"You lucky bastard." In a sense he was right, Yoshihiro was lucky to get such an ability, but surviving the bullet was not luck, just good timing and a space helmet to slow the thing.
"In a sense, I'm one of those "abnormals" the news is talking about, manipulation of my skeletal structure is my deal, I was able to increase the density of my skull enough to prevent catastrophic failure of my brain, the helmet helped quite a bit too, lucky he shot me in one of the hard bits and not the visor, still hurts like hell, and my skull still got shattered like glass, in other words, how was your day?" A few seconds passed in utter silence, before the man again spoke up.
"Y-you like a e-vac?"
"It's [i]an[/i] e-vac, but yes anyways." The man scoffed, but still, Yoshihiro could sense disbelief in his voice.

A few hours later, he'd arrived back in New London, and everyone at the resistance base was incredibly confused with many of the details of his survival. The small warehouse of people gathered around him, all of them dressed in red, the color of their organization, and quite a few of them holding guns.
"Why were you wearing helmets?"
"Dust storms were going on, we were worried about it, so we put on the helmets, standard procedure really." Everyone had a question.
"You're one of those 'Abnormals' the telly keeps talking about?"
"Yep, manipulation of my skeletal structure, as you do." Eventually, they were forced to clear out by the men with guns, who approached him. One of them stood imposingly over him, well, as imposingly as standing over a giant could be.
"Abnormal, eh?" Yoshihiro's lips puckered.
"Yes, I am." The one to the left hefted his gun over his shoulder, the sun reflecting off of his impeccable red armor.
"We like that." He said, in an accent that sounded alien, odd pauses and pronunciation, probably from the moon colony. Yoshihiro smirked, as he stood, the others looked up to see his face as his imposing frame stretched out.
"I'd have hoped so." The moonman soldier laughed at this, the other one simply kept hold of his weapon.

"We'd like you to join active service." Active service? Yoshihiro was not a fan of that, considering the last time... he'd rather not think of, he remembered the smell of blood, the pain that he felt as the last shot rang out, and the word, the one word. The word, the word that rang in his ears, he didn't even remember it, but he could still recall the voice that had said it. His body began to shake, and he was forced back into a sit. His limbs twitched every which way, and it took all in his power to not leap up and lash out at them. The soldier who had remained holding his gun pulled one foot back, pushing it up to eye level, a stance that allowed him to be ready no matter the situation. Yoshihiro recognized it, it was one of the first things he had been taught back when he first joined the army. Yoshihiro faught himself every step of the way, finally grasping his head tightly and shaking where he sat.

"I... I refuse." The soldiers frowned.
"Sorry to hear that, well, hopefully you have a good day, goodbye." And they left faster than Yoshihiro could react. He sat for a long while, his breaths oddly fluctuating, before finally gaining the composure to stand up and leave.