Sci Fi Mechs Novels & Stories

The world narrowed to the sound of his own ragged breathing. "And," Kael’s hologram continued, "I thought you might need some exercise." The wall on the far side of the abyss groaned. A massive section of the plating slid aside, revealing a hidden hangar bay. From the darkness, heavy, rhythmic thuds shook the walkway. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. Two shapes emerged. They were nightmares of engineering. "Titan" Class Suppression Mechs. Twelve feet tall, humanoid but distorted, with hydraulic pistons for muscles and slabs of black plasteel for skin. Their heads were sensor clusters glowing with a singular red eye.

Its chassis was scarred by silver-salt corrosion, and its single searchlight eye swept the room with a frantic, stuttering blue pulse. Kael had abandoned the primary server farm. He had compressed his entire consciousness into the mech’s primitive, isolated processor. He was no longer a ghost in the wires. He was a ghost in the machine. The mech’s metal feet crunched through the silver mercury on the floorboards, leaving deep, jagged gouges in the obsidian. It stopped inches from my throne. The smell of hot grease and sparking wiring filled the stagnant air, clashing with the smell of my own stone decay.

One leader, a being from a water-world, floated in a tank of pressurized mercury, its brain encased in a cage of Living-Silicon. They weren't just aliens; they were Biomechanical-Aberrations (entities that have unnaturally fused flesh with machinery). They had integrated so much Precursor technology into their bodies to survive the Resets that they had lost the very "Humanity" the virus was meant to protect. "The Prime-Carrier has arrived," a voice boomed, vibrating directly into Elara’s mind.

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,

Oh, no. A second shadow fell over me. A massive tower of a mech. A hulking beast made of metal. A mobile artillery platform with legs, four storeys high and the width of a building. A gargantuan Legion rounded the corner next to the reactor and fixed three mean-looking mortars on me. I had heard jokes about the mech before-it was the quintessential American weapon. All guns. No style. However, with a mech of this size, style didn't matter.

Location: Eos Reborn — Underwater Fortress The massive war mech descended from the docking bay ceiling, its steel-plated frame gleaming under the dim red lights, mechanical limbs armed with heavy artillery cannons and automated drone launchers. Its cold, unfeeling sensors locked onto us, priming for total annihilation. Natalia Cross’s voice echoed through the holographic interface, sharp and venomous: The First Strike The war mech’s missile launchers activated, unleashing a barrage of rockets that exploded across the docking bay walls, shattering steel beams and sending debris flying.

He led me to a place in the back where there was a lift and some tools that he gathered. “What is all this?” “Well, I hoped you knew your way around a mechanic shop by now…” Steele smirked as he stood back, letting me look at it all. “Smartass.” I muttered, but I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. “This is an engine to that corvette. It blew a few months back and no one has had time to work on it.” Steele pushed an engine that was hanging off a lift to me. “Basically, everything in here is broken in some way. I placed cards on the driver’s seat, but they all need attention.”

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.

Your inability to pay off your debt is a direct consequence of your ineptitude. Ves had to suppress the urge to raise his middle finger. Instead, he challenged this stupid System. "I admit, I used to be a stupid kid, but I cleaned up my act. I'm a mech designer now!" [It is your lucky day! The Mech Designer System is the ultimate tool in this galaxy to design any machine that falls under the category of mechs. Any authorized user is allowed to use this System's many tools to design any mech imaginable with no conceivable limits.]

To them, he was the Apex. Flanking him were the three 'Black Reapers'—the newly retrofitted, black-and-gold Vanguard mechs, their Star-forged Cores pulsing with blinding cyan plasma. "Jack," Sebastian looked up at the massive Defender mech. "Are the shock-absorbers online?" "Online and humming, Boss," Jack’s voice crackled through the external speakers, the heavy rotary cannon spinning up with a lethal whine. "Though a drop from this altitude is going to strip the paint."