Sci Fi Mech Suit Novels & Stories

DING! His augmented display materialized before him, the items tab flashing with the newly acquired suit. Keagan eagerly tapped on it, and as if by magic, the suit materialized before his very eyes. Like an ethereal serpent, it slithered up and down his body, conforming to his every contour with a snug fit. The fabric hummed with power, pulsating with a vibrant energy that seemed to resonate with his own spirit. A surge of exhilaration coursed through him as he marveled at the transformation. The suit felt like a second skin, empowering him with a newfound sense of capability.

“Fine. I’ll go first,” Eva continued, “Before I woke up in this universe, my hangar had twenty-one different S-ranked mecha chassis. Can you believe that? A suit for every occasion. Too bad I didn’t get to keep a single one. How ‘bout you? Did you get to keep your Devastator Mecha?” Orsethii’s eyes narrowed. “This universe?” she asked. “That’s right,” answered Eva. “You’re not the only species blessed with Reborn.”

They moved towards the end of the hallway where the suits were kept. “Chris and Evan,” Jackson called, “I haven’t installed the M.W.S.S devices on your suits yet.” The M.W.S.S was more than just the sheathes and sword. It contained a full body harness with the metal plates on the legs where the unit would go. Jackson assisted Evan in finding the right size suit for him, along with equipping the devices. “You know. Watching you guys get ready is kind of make me jealous that I didn’t volunteer,” Francis said.

I love the simplistic design as it served my purpose. The suit was made to protect my vital organs but not restrict movement. More importantly, it was infused with medical technology that was connected straight to Kevin's system. Should anything happen to me, the nanofibre will detect it and send the information back to Cain. Depending on the severity of my condition and location, my artificial intelligence assistants will take the necessary actions as pre-programmed.

Liu Yu was shocked at first and felt the threat of death, but then found out, eh? The hands-on mecha has a silver-grey exterior, that sleek shape and an ultra-metallic body that's not Lightsaber, the top combat armor, and the only 35-level mecha, the dream of all mecha divisions. In the entire alliance, only one person is capable and qualified to drive this mecha "Come out! Are you all shrinking tortoises when you keep hiding like this?"

"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

When the dust settled, Kazi stood in the center of the basement. The suit was a terrifying monument to industrial violence. It had been damaged during the fight at the Sanctuary—the chest plate pitted and rusted by Malik’s entropic touch—but Kazi had clearly forced his engineers to patch it. Thick, crude slabs of ablative steel had been welded over the damaged sections, giving the exoskeleton a hulking, asymmetrical, Frankenstein-like appearance. The single, horizontal red visor glowed like a slitted eye in the dark. "There you are," Kazi growled, the suit’s massive head swiveling to lock onto Baraka. "And the traitor, Dr. Mushi. General Nyosi wanted you alive for her little collar program.

On the day my adoptive father, Claude Bolton, is buried, my biological parents, along with the fake heiress, Gwen Walton, force their way into the funeral hall to pressure me into signing a statement of forgiveness. They say Gwen is about to be recommended for graduate school, so she can't afford to have a disciplinary record for driving a mechanic to his death. My biological mother, Lorna Pollard, holds my hand and cries. "Claude is already dead. Don't ruin Gwen too." My biological father, Joseph Walton, presses the pen into my palm. "The dead shouldn't stand in the way of the living." Gwen kneels in front of the casket, crying pitifully. "Ada, I'm sorry. I didn't know Mr. Bolton wou

A mech over six meters tall appeared. Everyone was startled by this sudden turn of events, and the soldiers guarding the base immediately aimed their guns at the mech. "What are you doing?" a soldier questioned. "Die, Victor Wild!" The mech lunged at Victor. Victor instantly grabbed Jodi's collar and threw her far away. "Everyone, get back!" Victor shouted a warning. The mech pounced on Victor. It was a lightweight ranged mech, so it didn't have high strength, but it had a special heat gun equipped.

To keep him alive—and to keep the world safe from him—Aris and the Supremacy engineers had crafted the "Cradle-Suit." It was a masterpiece of obsidian and glass, a life-support system that felt like a mobile coffin. The Weight of the Separation Leo sat on the edge of a reinforced slab in the Spire’s highest level. Every movement felt heavy, the suit’s internal servos whirring to compensate for the radiation density of his own limbs. He reached out to touch a nearby table, but the thick, armored gloves robbed him of the sensation of wood. He felt only the mechanical feedback of the suit’s sensors.