"Re-calibrating motion detection." Came a voice from the room ahead. the mechanical clicking and churnign of gears met with the familiar buzz of men scrambling around, test items being delivered, and powercores charging was pouring out of the half opened doors, reassuring that this was serious business.
Erays was shouting out orders over the cacophany and lite up a welder for some finshing touched on the aiming aid apparatus located near the head. All in all, the mech suit made a man a foot taller and twice as wide.
the suit was less of a metal overcoat and more like Wearing a battleship.
there was a large helmet with built in sprockets allowing full neck movement, and a dome of re-inforced glass allowing the wearer to see. the feet had three points of contact tot eh ground, one boot-like fore-foot in the front equiped with several horizontal spikes welded together and bolted onto the front, and two nubs behind coated in hardened elastic paint enamel, a sort of rubber-like substance. Three points of contact allowed each foot to meet ground wherever, with perfect balance. Several Leather-covered spines came off either side of the suit to the left and right. once the rider was inside, these straps kept the suit tight to his upper chest and were cinched down on clasps on either side. Everything was armored and covered in complex designs of etched steel. An impressive feat of image magic had been delivered to the inside of the suit to allow the mystic forces within every human being to surge through the thing like it's own blood, and the glass displayed a sophisticated H.U.D. system. The legs and arms resembled those of an insect with consentric plates of curved metal and straps, and the hands were sinched with chainmail between the digits, making the hands twice the size of a normal man.
Around the waist was teh only strange part of the mech. There was a sort of mantle around the waist of a very dense lookign clothe. in truth it was a raiment of lheavy cloth on the inside, then a layer of chainmail on either side of the clothe. a layer of soft leather outside as a shell, and then dense heavy canvas followed by another layer of chainmail. this protected the Pilots hips and bottom, as the suits heavy lower torso flipped open for boarding, the mechs hips and waist were teh thinest part of metal, but once cinched on, There was a thick waistband that fit over it. All in all, the suti made a man an armored fighting machine the size of a baby elephant. Mounted on each shoulder was a PRotruding metallic 'collar' protecting the glass from sideways attacks, and the shoulders of the thing had Large domes of armored steel With several slits in it, vents where stea poured out of the thing. there was an energy core mounted in each shoulder, and on the back was a angular pod of oblique metal straps, leather covred indents, and several heavy gears.
The back of the thing was rather open, all of the inner elements visible, cogs, Pistons and oiled gears, But seven feet from the mech, four welders and A technician with a forgeing hammer were busy makeing the cover. This was the only thing that made the upgraded alliance war machine imperfect.. And Erays was Okay with that today AS he pulled his head intot eh mech's insides, checking allt he connections and Wires.
" Oh yes.. he he he he... You ARE a masterpiece." he chuckled to himself
Erays was proud of the suit.. but moreso of the devestating power of the three weapons sitting beside it. Weapons so huge, no man coudl hope to use them, with triggers the size of a mans forearm, the gatling gun with four harmonized energy cores, The Flamethrower with eight dedicated Energy cores, and the Energy sword with a staggering system of eleven energy cores total were an arsenal befitting such an amazing weapon.
"CLear all personel to the workstation, Initial testig will begin shortly, Today's the day, boys!" he yelled out, leaneing against he rail of the support platform around the mech, a scaffold system that allowed for the pilot to climb into the tall mech.he
