A one-shot sci-fi comedy that knows exactly what it is: thirty minutes of ridiculous premise, absurd character designs, and zero apologies for the fanservice. The plot moves fast enough that you never get bored waiting for the next joke to land. It's the kind of thing that gets buried on a DVD bonus disc and forgotten, then someone rediscovers it years later and realizes they just watched pure, unfiltered comedic chaos designed for people who don't need the story to make sense as long as the bits are funny. No moral weight, no character arcs that matter, just a gag machine running at full speed. The ecchi isn't trying to be subtle or earn narrative justification; it's part of the comedy DNA. If you're watching this, you've already decided that's exactly what you want.
A group of ragtag riders pilot experimental mecha suits designed to protect humanity from cosmic threats, but their secret weapon program runs on a budget so tight it barely functions. When a mysterious alien force targets Earth, these underqualified pilots scramble into their cobbled-together machines for what should be humanity's final stand. Instead, they discover their suits have a rather awkward problem: they respond to sexual stimulation, forcing the team into increasingly absurd situations as they try to save the planet without embarrassing themselves completely. The line between combat effectiveness and outright chaos blurs rapidly as each pilot grapples with their machine's unpredictable behavior while actually trying to win. Expect ridiculous physics, deadpan reactions to impossible circumstances, and the kind of comedy that emerges when sci-fi militarism collides with malfunctioning equipment and human desperation. The fate of Earth has never felt quite this silly or this desperate at the same time.