Novel & Cerita Avatar Mech Suits

a new voice said—a calm, melodic voice that seemed to come from the very air around them. The "Curator's Assistant" Maya appeared from the shadows of a rooftop helipad. She wasn't an intern or a starlight-ghost anymore. She wore a suit of "Biological Armor" made of the same gold-veined marble as the keep’s foundations. In her hand, she held a "Narrative Anchor"—a spear made of the "First Alpha’s" bone.

We were now sitting in the dining room. Lunch was ready to be served at any time. Beta Arthus had left. A strange fellow if you asked me. He clearly belonged to a stable pack, was a dominant personality, and from the conversations I had with him, it appeared that he was very intelligent. This intelligence amazed me, considering he’d lost his way to his destination. That didn’t add up, but all the evidence was there. The mechanic reported his GPS was indeed dysfunctional, and there was also an envelope with the Alpha decal that read 'top secret' in the backseat of his car.

"... I didn't expect it to be under such... delicate circumstances." Icarus, as always, didn't move. He didn't need to. He wore stillness like a crown, like armor forged from shadows themselves. His suit, dark as obsidian and dangerous as a whispered sin, wrapped his body with predatory precision. Each line, each fold, seemed sculpted to tempt destruction. A single black button fastened across his chest, framing the subtle ridge of muscle beneath, as if daring me to imagine how easily it might come undone.

I barked. “I did give you a cure. A stake through her heart. Will end your misery and, from the looks of it, hers. A useless sheltered life she’s led.” Max joked. “Regardless, I’ve made a promise, not only to Amelia but to myself. I will not harm a human over that thing.” I declared. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” Max shrugged, and he almost made me smile. If only the thoughts of that thing weren't running around my head since she got here, I would have been able to give a normal reaction to one of my friend’s jokes.

Did he really think I was speaking rhetorically? "An Avatar is like you and me, but they can do so much more, you could be a berserker with magic, you could be a wizard with swordsmanship, there's even this girl in the capital, a tank healer and she can control spirits, imagine this talent when she is older!"

Willa clutched the throne, shaking, then forced herself up. "Selene! Come out! What, too scared? Show yourself if you've got the guts!" She had no idea. I wasn't just rocking two Powers anymore. After munching on a few spoiled brats' cores, I unlocked a bonus—Invisibility. Had to check if my Powers even worked with her plot armor jamming everything, so I ghosted up and stepped in. Didn't expect her to whip out an AK and go full psycho. All that fear? Gone.

I breathed. The mech was a hulking, bulky thing, its armour a mottled combination of greens and browns and laced with exposed electrical cables. It looked like a mech built by Doctor Frankenstein himself, a combination of conflicting colours and confusing parts. Just like Yamantau, I could now recognize the cylindrical shape of an energy shield almost completely buried in the armour of each mech. Only the tip of the shield was visible above the mottled mech's armour, a flat circle of metal peeking out above the blue dome. An identical mech joined it a second later, and the two began slowly marching towards us like an approaching storm.

“But… what kind of surgery are you about to have?” “It’s a little hard to explain. You know Colonel Rhodey in the Avengers, right?” “The other Iron Man? Oh, what was his name again?” “Yes. War Machine. You remember when he got injured in Civil War?” Kate’s eyes light up. “Oh right! After that, he was wearing those high-tech leg braces designed by Tony Stark.” “Exactly. Except I won’t have any leg or arm braces. It’ll still be me. My own limbs, the bones inside my skin etc.”

But that wasn’t why they wanted to capture it. All of them were painted in a greyish silver, which gave them a sense of authority. It was as though they were all wearing well-used suits of medieval armor. At the head of the team was a highly-tuned, relatively powerful, and well-armored mecha. — Pilot: Mad Monk Role: Flanker Loadout: Terra Nach Mar “Charlatan” Skirmisher Frame [A] Ragnarok Armaments “Sledgefist” Spiked Cestus [B] x2

"So? Anna is nothing. Any of our test subjects could kill her." "Everyone, stop talking and get moving." The lead researcher angrily rebuked them, and all the researchers immediately quieted down. "Move out." Following the order, eight researchers led three bizarre mechanical creatures forward. Why were they bizarre? Because the main body of these mechanical creatures were human mechs. But things that didn't belong to human mechs were installed on these human mechs. For example, limbs, wings, tails, scale armor, and so on. And these three deformed mechanical creatures all shared a common feature: they all had a triangular jet nozzle on top of their heads.