Oney growled softly.
"Hey boy..." Ren whispered, his hands searching across the surface of the man-sized machine.
"There we go."
*click*
Ren placed his hands on the entry panel for the OL.JACK, He fulled gently, while pushing down a security release switch. The small half meter wide entry panel slowly fell open as old springs attempted to preserve the face of any would-be operator opening the panel with too much force towards themselves.
"Okay..." he breathed to himself.
In the soft red light of the Basement. He felt his way into the entry way, and snuggled himself into the internal seat of the OL.JACK.
...should be fun...
He took a breath, and reached one hand inside to feel around the compartment. The seat was firm, synthetic in a plastic way.
It seemed clear of rubbish.
The machine itself was tall. Surpassing the height of an average man. Its metal frame, scratched and burned from years of use.
Grip tightening, he began to turn himself mid-air, and shift himself back into the pilot seat.
*Bang*
"Bah!"
Something solid had collided with his head. The light throbbing affirming that a slower pace would of been better.
One hand raised up to feel.
A cool steel rectangle marked the Console for the machine.
Ren released a small frustrated grunt as he realised that someone had been sloppy with The Mech.
The OL.JACK Exo-Suit was a blessing in every way. From heavy lifting to seed planting it was a multipurpose marvel.
And someone had dared not to pack it up properly.
...All things considered. It was probably him.
Ren continued to seat himself within The Mech. Taking caution not to smack himself against any more machinery.
He snugged himself into the form fitting bucket seat, the soft fabric pulling him into a comfortable embrace.
Reaching forward, he pulled the console towards himself.
The darkness had barely been an issue till this point. Pure memory being ample. But now the issue of the missing Control Gloves arose.
The Mech had two sets of Control Gloves that operated the arms. They made the whole process considerably easier. He reached out to either side of him, the small cramped cabin not having much room for movement.
He felt for the hooks where the gloves were usually hung to charge.
Nothing.
A low grunt forced itself out.
He turned his attention to the console. Feeling back for it, and taking a hold, he began to look for the Activate switch. It was somewhere under... there.
*click*
From the deep bowels of the machine grumbled an old set of hardrives.
A faint woman's voice said;
"Boot Process Initialised"
The console lit up a bright neon green. A small circle in the middle turning, signifying the startup systems were online.
A whirr of gears and a sizzle of power cables started to erupt from the The Mech.
"No Magnetic Charger in range, battery power now in use."
A sigh escaped him faster than the speed of light.
"Agh..."
The artificial woman stated clearly, "Estimated 1 hour(s) of high-limit endurance remaining."
"This should be fun Oney..."
YOU ARE READING
World In Turmoil
Science FictionAmongst the empires of the galaxy. Between the factions and the territories. On a rustic world left to itself. A young man had heros once... They were a force sworn to protect. They were a navy of saviours. In a time of need. ...
