Avatar Mech Suits Novels & Stories

And what he saw was formidable. With the combat suits, they were more giants than men. From his vantage point, Joseph roughly guessed them to be 9–10 feet tall. The shape of their suits were bulky and humanoid. The black, fishbowl-like, armorplast visors further enhanced their metallic monstrosity. Turning them like those one-eyed abominations of ancient Earth myth— a "cyclop", or something like that. Most of their suits' body were painted blood-red, further giving them a monstrous demeanor.

The bodyguards would be wiped out in no time! While Remiel was occupied with the guards, Max quickly rushed to the armory. There, he suited up in the mechanical armor. "Connect to the mainframe!" "Activate the device!" "Initiate weapons!" Max donned a metal suit of armor that resembled Iron Man's, the sound of machinery whirring around him. A blue-glowing metal covered Max's body from the waist up. This was the latest battle suit developed by Finn, sent here for Max to test.

Their mechas would begin taking significant damage if they continued to tank the damage this way. "Maybe we could try to communicate with-" Tatsuya's speech got cut off when Aimi drew the first blood. It stunned everyone and caused them to take some damage to their mecha. Only Naoko who had BaoBao as her backup continued unscathed. "It's not human, go all out!" Naoko and Aimi instructed at the same time and the boys obeyed without missing a beat. The dead body of the human that wore animal skin as clothes had morphed into a lanky grey-haired monkey with human proportions. Its wide open lifeless black beady eyes had no pupils and its open mouth revealed rows of teeth that resembled a shark's.

It was white for a second before it started displaying various images. What kind of security camera is this? Anom's mind was feeling numb as he didn't remember which country invented such advanced holographic technology. He focused on the screen again and found some moving figures on one of the screens. It was a group of ten, examining a room that looked similar to the large room he had been in before. There was a man in front, wearing what looked like a black combat suit. It was one of the latest exoskeleton styled suits of armor developed by army institutes of various nations. It provided increased defense, attack power, and ease in weapon operations.

"The alternative armor is also cheaper to replace. You won't be breaking the bank with this mech as long as you don't let its core be damaged." Some of Marcella's drones flew up to unseal the container and check if its contents matched the manifest. When everything checked out, the container opened to reveal a formidable-looking mech. The drones started removing the seals that kept the mech inert and its weapons cold. "Wow. Playing around with virtual toys is one thing, seeing the real deal is another."

"Woah!! Ivaan look, in these amours, I look like a superhero soldier. Can I try teleporting myself?" She exclaimed in delight, but then there was a sudden announcement that took her attention away. "Please follow the rules and procedures." The announcement was made for all candidates to stop talking and move forward in queues through the robotic detector corridor. All of the candidates walked through the corridor passage in a powered suit made of light-weighted metal. Their entire body, from head to toe, was encased in a suit. The suit itself was stylishly designed and was soundproof, electricity proof, waterproof and breathable. It was like an exoskeleton, which is an external device that s

“Combat Medic 2nd Lt. Patric Francoise Benette, I’ll be under your care.” Johan stared at the new face. “At ease.” Gen. Marcus said. “So, about that dragon...” “Yes... Dragon...” Johan said absentmindedly, “I’ve had him since he was an egg, he just hatched the other day...” “But where did you get him?” the general asked again. “From the mines...” “And that dragon armor you’re wearing...” “It’s just a tunic...” “It’s made of dragon scales!” “I gave it to him, Gen. Muller.” Professor Dupont pipped in with a grin. “It was something I found in one of my travels,” he continued, “I tought it would suit him since he was a fire mage.”

Arthur, the Eighth Brother. He looked like a man who had spent his life building bridges of steel while his brothers built bridges of starlight. He carried a cane topped with a simple silver wolf’s head, and behind him stood a legion of soldiers in "Null-Armor"—suits designed to absorb kinetic energy and ground it into the earth.

He used his combat knife to pry open the top latch of a reinforced green transit case. "Jackpot, Sovereign," Tristan murmured, turning to show me the contents. Inside sat six military-grade tactical suits woven from dense, kinetic-absorbent somato-fiber—lightweight, heat-regulating armor designed to interface directly with advanced military implants like LUS. Beside them lay four high-capacity pulse rifles, complete with two dozen sealed energy cells, three cases of heavy armor-piercing anti-materiel rounds, and four automated perimeter defense turrets still packed in factory grease.

The top steel hinge gave way with a loud bang, revealing a narrow gap that emitted a piercingly cold, neon blue light. Behind that gap, it wasn't just the BOSS with his terrifying blue visor goggles visible. Another shadow stood tall behind the BOSS, a creature with a mechanical body filled with glowing wires that radiated an aura of absolute emptiness. The creature's eye was a single, blood red camera lens that rotated slowly, staring directly at Bima with cold calculation. "Protector unit identity, Core Prime Avatar Alpha," Riska hissed, her face completely drained of all hope. The mechanical creature raised its right hand, which functioned as an electromagnetic energy cannon, aiming it di