Apeiron: Legend Of The Infinity Mecha

Chapter 4

Mr. Morgan calmly and politely listened to the entire story; only interupting Genevieve with a detailing questing every now and then. When the girl had finished, he said:

"Thank you for the info."

Then cut the call. He massaged his eyes as he leaned back into his cockpit's seat.

"You get all of that short stack?"

He called through another com link. A grunt was all that responded, but Mr. Morgan continued like he didn't hear it.

"Looks like we got ourselves a Warlord, maybe even an Overlord. What do you think?"

Another grunt, then:

"It doesn't matter, it'll die like the rest of them."

Said a somewhat deep male voice, as a relatively small, gray feline mech shimmered into existance some distance away. Morgan laughed.

"Yeah, but it might be powerful."

No response.

"You know, like, challenging to kill?"

There was an annoyed sigh.

"Come on kid, talk to me."

It was Morgan's turn to sigh in annoyance.

"This kid hardly says anything."

Suddenly the feline mech shifted onto all fours and sped off in the distance, more specifically the direction of the rogue Berserker.

"So,"

He thought.

"You actually weren't paying attention; figures."

"Well,"

He said aloud.

"might as well go put this weirdo on its face."

The man had a handsome face and well built figure, but he showed many signs of not keeping up with tidyness. His face was scruffy and needed a good shave, his blackish borwn hair a mess, and his cloths looked like they had been stuffed under a bed and thrown on that day. He began pushing some of the many buttons that seemed to cover the small compartment that he was in.

Being a 6 foot sphere of space and packed with tech, a more claustrophobic person would look at the cockpit with a sence of unease. Sprouting from the back of the chamber, a rather out of place, old fashioned recliner sat in a mess of hightech gear. This chair was rumored to have been the result of, or a target of, a bet the pilot had made with his father. Regardless of its origin, it was now there surrounded by rows of control panels. Directly in front of the chair was device that looked like a cross of a DJ's mixboard, and the controls of a spaceship. Past this oddity, and covering the entire front half of the cockpit, was a curved monitor, that showed the world outside, as if the man was looking through a window. But something about this window was different, it didn't just show the outside world. There was an impressive HUD, showing dozens of different icons and gauges. But there was something even more off about this display. The view shown through the screen, was that from the shoulders of a massive humanoid robot, and a rather unusual one at that. Where its legs and feet should have been, there was instead a large tapering point. Rather thin for a machine of war, this robot was surounded by a large floating ring, which hovered about the machine's hips. The ring itself was covered with: laser cannons, guns, strobelights, spotlights, and normal non-lethal light rays. Like the man that sat inside of it, on the part of the ring that was infront of the robot, there was another DJ mixboard. But this time looking like a larger, and more complex version of the real thing.