Sci Fi Mech Suit Novels & Stories

Everyone had separate desks with equipment for creating cyborg mods. Everyone went and sat in their seats. The four took seats next to each other. The teacher was a beautiful woman and was wearing a tech suit and welding goggles on her head, on her hands she wore silver gloves made up of mechons, they were nanites which form up any type of wearables and can be controlled with our mind,mechons are very useful in fixing and making tech, they are powered using mod energy and are extra tech attached to our bodies and they can be removed, they are extremely costly and not easily available. The teacher looked at everyone and spoke out in a beautiful voice,

They were sleek, humanoid, and menacing. "The Syndicate's battery tech was always the bottleneck," Kenji explained, walking up to the closest mech. "They were too heavy, too slow. But with the Zero-Point Core acting as a central wireless transmitter... we can broadcast power to these suits anywhere on the planet." Jack walked out from behind one of the mechs, wiping grease from his forehead. He was grinning like a kid in a candy store. "I take back what I said about quitting," Jack patted the mech's armored leg. "This baby has shoulder-mounted micro-missiles, active camouflage, and a high-frequency blade built into the forearm. I call dibs on the first test drive."

He didn't say anything else and immediately stepped on the ground, the aura inside his body bursting forth. If one were to take a closer look, the armor he was wearing was one of the most advanced exoskeletal suits. It could increase the power of a warrior, similar to the genetic drugs Country A used. Souichiro was using all the tools available to him. Looking at Souichiro, Leighton instinctively said, "Mr. Souichiro, be careful. He likes to set up ambushes!" "Don't worry, Mr. Leighton," several high-level members from Shindan Way said with a smile.

Loki shifts back into human form and he and Mia load Finn and the contraption back on my back. For only having one arm and being small, Mia is very strong. As an Ancient it makes sense she would be, but still, without her wolf, she’s not as strong as she should be. “It’s safe?” Mia asks, as the last strap is hooked up and Loki smiles reassuringly. “Yes, we made sure. We can all go there and rest,” he says winking and I watch as Mia blushes. I need to have this conversation with him right now. I watch as he shifts back and Mia climbs on his back, but there is something different about her; she doesn’t seem as nervous or scared.

But the Iron Vanguard was the elite fist of the capital, and they did not break as easily as the port garrison. From the center of the artillery line, a massive, steam-vented gate in the commander’s pavilion slid open. Stepping out into the firelight was a mechanical horror that made the front-line vanguard defenders instinctively hesitate: an eight-foot-tall, bipedal iron mechanized exo-suit, its thick plates painted in the dark, matte green of the capital's heavy legions. Small, sputtering steam-donkeys were mounted to its shoulders, spitting sharp bursts of gray vapor to stabilize the massive weight of the machine's limbs.

The only thing they wished for was a good battle. Todd arrived at the platform, where his techs were already on their way to him, opening the metallic suitcases and pulling out whatever was inside. They dashed over to the small boy and began strapping him with whatever they could get their hands on. As they strapped it to Todd, it appeared to be a sophisticated exoskeleton constructed entirely of metal and rubber cables that ran through each portion. They exited the platform and returned to the hallway once they were finished. Todd flexed and stretched his arms and legs to ensure that the fit was proper and that he would be able to move with the machine covering him. "Do you think you're goi

Still yet, Samson still had a lot of things to worry about. There in Boneridge, where his Industrial Empire who's sole purpose is brandishing mechanical bots. These bots weren't any type of bots but of the SpellTech type, who's engine is cladded with heavy thick alloid. Powerful generator and super ultra current tapped directly from.space. There were times these Machines or their system generator needs a super intelligent brains to handle the programming, elocation, techniques and most importantly, intelligence. And Samson would have to go.

Everyone on her squad wore a slightly different style for their specialty. For Aeon, as a Jack, her outfit consisted of her tank top, combat style pants that stretched easily, and her combat boots. Star, the fast moving sniper and information holder, she wore a tank top and pants as well, but used steel toed sneakers for their better mobility. She also had an unusual dark brown side pouch she used that was not part of standard ware. Chriso, the heavy hitter and muscle, wears a form fitting t-shirt, pants, and combat boots. J7, the scout and tracker, needs shorts for his running, a tank top, and steel toed sneakers.

But then, the ground shook. THOOM. THOOM. From the fog behind the APCs, a massive shape emerged. It was a Walker. A bipedal mech suit, twelve feet tall, painted matte black with the Ministry insignia stenciled in white. It moved with a heavy, hydraulic gait. It didn't care about the machine gun fire. Leo’s bullets bounced off its sloped armor plating like rain. It raised a cannon arm. "Mech!" Ren screamed. "The Thumper! Leo, get down!"

Above us, the belly of the Sunburst flagship groaned, the anti-gravity tethers unspooling as the nightmare descended. The Avatar of Sol wasn't a tank or a drop-ship. It was a bipedal mech the size of a five-story building, forged entirely from pristine, gleaming gold durasteel. It possessed four massive, articulated arms. Two held colossal plasma-broadswords that burned with the heat of a dying star, while the other two wielded kinetic gravity-whips that cracked like thunder even in the vacuum of the upper atmosphere. Its head was a featureless, golden sunburst, save for a single, horizontal visor that glowed a blinding, unforgiving crimson.