"What is a class? Is this Ancient Cain? And Aggramor, is that you pretending to be all grown up? Change back right now so I can see you." Manila demands.
"Now would you look at that, a Crusader Sized Ghillie suit for urban combat. The car is a nice touch, really adds to the disguise, and explains any strange thermal readings." Colmar chuckles, double checking the securement.
[Life is all about balance, young Becki. Yin and Yang, softness and strength, terror and destruction. It is as valid for battle as for women.] Nico opines in a fake sagely accent, making all the Mecha pilots laugh.
[You might kill more mecha, Stalwart, but I can guarantee the enemy is more afraid of the Tarith's Rage.] Lieutenant Becki laughs over the intercom as the one sided battle comes to a close.
The two stop talking and turn to look and laugh as a string of curses and death threats come from the direction of Tarith's Rage. The tech doing the second round of checks got tangled in the razor wire at the edge of the carapace armor.
"This, my good friend, is the Imperial Registrar. From right here, with just your signature and a witness that you have conveniently brought along, you can officially change your name."
"Corporal Fritz. It's a pleasure to meet you. Given my history with damaged Mecha, I expect to see you again in the future." Nico gives the fist to the chest Kepler Salute and follows the mechanic to the repair bays.
"You're a Mad Man, you know that right? Even using Ion based anti aircraft against a nuclear bomber is risky, but you actually managed to hit one with a high explosive artillery shell." Russo laughs as the simulators calculate their scores.
hahahaha 😆 yeah mother are very good at that hahah😆
He does quietly adjust his expectations if you fail at a task he set, but he has perfected a guilt trip that would make any mother proud. The palpable sense of disappointment has been enough to drive dozens of Cadets to work hard enough to make the elite ranks of the Kepler Special Forces during the years General Tennant has been in the military.
"Pulse rifle to the face hurts less than being eaten by Scavengers. Now get back to work." The unassuming looking Sergeant laughs, ushering more of the team in to restock.
The internal areas are already on lock down, but the training areas are near the outer hull. Max struggles into the unfamiliar equipment and laughs at Nico needing to clean the dust off the helmet of the smallest size they have.
It's not her System that's the most interesting though, it's a memory she was just thinking about of a modified Ion Destroyer, similar to the one that's on her chosen Mecha. The memory triggers something in Max, and a whole series of combat memories inside an unfamiliar Mecha known as the Gloriana flood his mind.
"Congratulations Cadet on the most magnificent waste of ammunition I've ever seen in a training scenario. Using the Cannon against a motorcycle was a masterful touch, and I applaud your aim. Hitting a moving motorcycle with an artillery shell is no easy feat. Thirty percent hull damage taken, forty five percent of ammunition spent. Run again." Colonel Marino laughs over the intercom.