Breather
At the other end of the base, two incredibly tired cadets sat in a very dark and spacious room a hundred meters below the surface.
Next to them was a mecha that looked substantially different from the training mecha elsewhere in the base. Its lines were curved, and every extremity ended in dangerous edges, including its fingers. It looked as though it was wholly designed to punch through the heaviest of defenses.
They looked menacing and dangerous.
One of the cadets tapped on their datapad, which displayed the schematics and stats for the mecha next to them.
He then opened up a console and started to hack into the mecha's operating system while his female partner stood watch.
It didn't take him much time to rewrite what he needed to.
"Alright, this one's ours now, too," he said.
The girl replied, "It's kind of a pain that we have to do this one by one."
"Nothing we can do about it. It's just how they were designed. But once they're all networked…"