A group of girls in an etiquette club stumble into piloting giant robots and just roll with it, treating world-saving like another club obligation. The 90s visual charm and deadpan delivery make the absurdity land, there's no pretense, no grand narrative weight, just the comedy of normal teenagers in ridiculous armor solving weird problems. It's mecha comedy that doesn't need a reason to exist beyond "what if we made this stupid and committed fully to that."
A prestigious all-girls academy hides an absurd secret: beneath the school lies a military installation where the Etiquette Club members transform into "Extars," elite pilots of advanced combat mecha called Battle Skippers. When they descend underground in their ridiculous combat outfits, these schoolgirls operate state-of-the-art weaponry designed to neutralize threats to global peace. Their real enemy isn't some distant supervillain, though. It's Sayaka, the obnoxiously wealthy president of the rival Debutante Club, whose petty schemes and obsession with one-upping her classmates somehow escalate into full-scale mecha warfare complete with satellite weapons and ridiculous collateral damage. Her loyal stooge Todo tags along, making everything worse. What unfolds is pure comedic chaos: high school drama meets military sci-fi, where stolen artifacts, fashion competitions, and personal vendettas justify deploying billion-dollar robots. The tone never takes itself seriously for a second. If you want your mecha action wrapped in absurdist humor and schoolgirl rivalry cranked to maximum absurdity, this delivers the goods without pretense.