[maybe warning of war?]
It was not going to be a pretty thing. You knew this, when you joined the military against your master's teachings all those years ago. He was not fond of the state's military and he did not like what your kind was asked to do. But you knew that you could make a difference, that you could do something to change things for the future of your country. Someone had to, after all.
So you followed to the front lines. You were their human weapon, the weapon that didn't need a gun. You could strike things down, heat things up with barely lifting a finger. It was second nature to you, not unlike returning home after a long journey. Many went crazy with the desire to use their heightened abilities. You watched as one such human weapon set bullets raining down on an innocent town, terrified at the thought of the destruction that only one person, one tiny, insignificant human could do. You weren't happy about this. But, it was your duty, so you had to follow through.
A few scenes later, and you stand at the end of a battle of death and destruction. The innocent died. Children, women, doctors trying to help the sick. A rebellion started because of a gunshot kill to a single child. You could do nothing; you had to follow orders or die. You couldn't run, or you'd die. The military held your life in jeopardy, determining that your life was your ransom. You stand in this rubble, gazing up at the man on top. The head of the state and the head of the military, looking pristine and perfect. His sharp blue uniform didn't even have dust on it, yet you and your comrades were covered in grime and blood.
As you gaze up at this man, a plan begins to form in your mind. This, you are good at. You can think circles around anyone, and a man who you had bunked with walked up to stand beside you. He absently flashes pictures of his beautiful girlfriend and you give him a reprimand, telling him that a battlefield is no place for those pictures. Then you begin to talk. He falls silent, and you tell him of your plans. You tell him that you plan to change this military. That you're going to help everyone that you can, and in turn, each of those people can help everyone they can. And that one day, you plan to reach the top completely, because hey, if this doesn't work, humanity had no hope left at all.
He laughs, tells you that you have quite a scheme, but that you didn't need to be all elaborate with him. He'd help, and that it'd be interesting. He'd support you all the way, doing what he can from his own division to assist you in your way to the top to change the world.
Because someone had to. Things could not stay like this forever.