It is the year 2907 A.D., humanity, initially flourishing out in the cosmos, has begun to turn on itself, civil wars, secession, profiteers of the industrial war complex, the galaxy was growing more dim as colonies stopped being made, and danger was around every corner.You are Erik Bridger, high schooler, senior and an all around ace student. Anti-social but proficient in your work, you were soon, and expectantly were 'offered' an position amongst the Mobile Response Force. Said organization being your systems version of the military, an cog in machine serving the Independent Communion of Stars, ICS. An fanatical organization that uses faith to inspire and control the masses to the leadership own ends.Though he cared for none of this as he looked at the holo tablet he was reading, listing several positions available for Erik to join thanks to his exemplary grades, he was allowed to pick his poison...[A] Infantry(Join the rank and file on the Frontline in service of the Communion!)[B] Mech Pilot (Learn the ropes of mech warfare and outmaneuver and overpower your enemies!)[C] Other (Write-In)(First time so advice and criticism appreciated)
>>6131270[B] Mech Pilot (Learn the ropes of mech warfare and outmaneuver and overpower your enemies!)
>>6131270[B] Mech Pilot (Learn the ropes of mech warfare and outmaneuver and overpower your enemies!)YOU DIG GIANT ROBOTS, I DIG GIANT ROBOTS, CHICKS DIG GIANT ROBOTS!
>>6131270[B] Mech Pilot Was there ever any doubt
>>6131270>[B] Mech Pilot (Learn the ropes of mech warfare and outmaneuver and overpower your enemies!)
>>6131270I wanna be a spy for the morally questionable ICS. Maybe we could get there from infantry.
>>6131277>>6131300>>6131394>>6131487You never imagined operating a mech involved boot camp, your legs were stuff and wobbly from the miles long treks you did day in and out, push ups, pull ups and the works. It was all to mold you into the model soldier as your muscles would become more defined and your body more fit.What followed was even more annoying, basic training, Firearms training and flight controls were hellish as you kept getting punished for every mistake, a smack here, an slap there, you more than once got into an fistfight with your instructors over it. Something they admired and corrected all the same.Then was the time to operate your new warmech, the machines available to pilot were all of different make, model and role. Some for bombardment, some for mid range support and others for close combat and engagement. You had to choose what type of pilot you wished to be.[A] CWM-01K Bombarde(Artillery)[B] CWM-01C Glaston(Mid-range Support)[C] CWM-01X Guiltias(Close Range Engagement)
>>6131597>[C] CWM-01X Guiltias(Close Range Engagement)Stab the baddies
>>6131597>[C] CWM-01X Guiltias(Close Range Engagement)
>>6131597[A] CWM-01K Bombarde(Artillery)
>>6131597[A] CWM-01K Bombarde(Artillery)Eh, something different for once.
>>6131597>[A] CWM-01K Bombarde(Artillery)Eh. Something different for once.
>>6131597>[A] CWM-01K Bombarde(Artillery)Big guns. Big boom.
>>6131597[C] CWM-01X Guiltias(Close Range Engagement)Believe me, FIRES is not what they describe it to be.
It's all about artillery. >>6131597>[A] CVM-01K Bombarde(Artillery)
>>6131597>[A] CWM-01K Bombarde(Artillery)Let's go, QM. 3 days and counting.
>>6131597>[A] CWM-01K Bombarde(Artillery)Also, I vote for this to be our mexh's appearance
