Standard Terran Calendar, 41
Extreme star field, Demeter star field, Pandora star system, Pain star
Mathias, the knight captain and heir of the Dupont delin family, is trying his best to keep his spirit in a highly concentrated state.
He was tightly restrained in the mechanical throne of his knight, the Scorpion Stinger, with the neural sockets on the throne inserted into his cranial augmentation device, and the plastic-steel composite straps hugging his body tightly.
And the Knight itself, a giant humanoid war machine locked within its armor, was one of three looming metal giants occupying the dropship's landing deck.
For this battle, the entire family returned to the battleship in orbital space for a week to repair, and when they went into battle again, they would go straight to the core of the battlefield.
The knights and their steeds will ride to the battlefield on four dedicated landing ships, and Mathias will ride on the same ship with his father, Archduke Olga, and another brother Offor.
Everything is fine, but Mathias has a little trouble personally, mainly because he has to control a knight mecha that originally has an owner. It is also a relatively big challenge for knights who are not very experienced.
The first is that the knight in the throne will feel a sense of disorientation, a bit like a person standing with his back to a curtain, knowing that just behind it are crowded dozens of whispering strangers who may reach out to grab them at any time. Holding his shoulders, but nothing really happened.
Or, it's like staring into a mirror and looking at the reflection of your own eyes.
The feeling of being lost is followed by the feeling of dislocation, like embracing countless thoughts and dreams, only to endure the chaos of realizing that none of these mental fragments are one's own.
His efforts to rationalize the feeling only made his nausea worse.
But Mathias must tighten his nerves and fight against all the strange feelings. If he can't even overcome his physical obstacles before the battle, or control his throne, how can he win a real battle on the glorious battlefield?
He knew that his brothers were not all happy with him being the heir, and many were waiting for him to make a mistake.
And he didn't want Ofull to get the satisfaction of seeing him fail.
"Madias, an inspiring dive, isn't it?"
O'Full's voice crackled over the communications network.
Of course, he was excited.
"Yes."
Mathias said through gritted teeth.
"Ha! I hear a little discomfort in your voice, Mathias?"
"Thank you....for your concern, brother, not at all."
Mathias replied, pressing his gloved fist to his lips.
But the strange feeling still existed, and his knight's machine spirit responded with a sarcastic internal gear rotation, and a slight vibration passed through the steel plate of its body and was transmitted to Mathias.
“No gossip”
A firm and old voice came.
"Little boy, we are about to enter a war zone, so don't joke around."
"I'm sorry, Father."
Orfur's voice grew humble, and his knight, the Breaker, tilted his helmet to the purr of his servo motors.
"I won't be distracted."
At this time, Mathias's thoughts were interrupted. The soft emerald light in the knight's cockpit flashed an angry red, and a shrill bell rang through the landing deck of the airborne capsule. Every knight's ears were ringing through the battle. The audio receiver on the suit shell picked up.
Under the chants of the Mechanic-Priest, the landing thrusters were activated in sequence, further increasing the pressure.
Mathias began his final checks, a deluge of information flowing through his neural sockets as he communicated with the Scorpion.
Runes scrolled across his retinas, his vision expanded to accommodate everything the Knight's external perception array could see, and to an untrained mind this would have been a violently overwhelming experience, a sham. Perception and maddening mechanical violation.
For Mathias, it was a step up.
Adrenaline surged first, then focused on a bright spot, and the strange sensations disappeared, while the webbing and leather straps surrounding him became tight.
His body became steel and clay, his heart beat like a thunderous plasma furnace, and his senses became augurs and loading shunts.
In that moment Mathias became one with his knight and he knew he longed for battle.
Although there is still some sense of alienation, this can only be resolved with time.
"Two minutes countdown!"
The landing ship tilted slightly, and it was shocked by the bombardment of artillery fire outside the field of vision.
The spacecraft drew a long and wide curve in the atmosphere and flew towards the landing area. Even the center of gravity of the heavy knight mecha drifted along with it.
The armor made a slender scream under the filling clamp, and the huge machinery shook, making both of Mathias's perceptions blurred.
Suddenly, a big hole was blown out of the wall, and the scattered debris scratched the tiny soldiers. Fortunately, no knight mecha was hit.
The dazzling fireworks of the battle were reflected in the spacecraft from the cracks. A terrifying hell flying dragon was fighting with more than a dozen aircraft of different colors. The armor all over its body was in pieces, and it was not far from destruction.
"...Forge my sword with my blood."
Mathias's teeth were chattering, but he remained calm.
Then, everything came to an abrupt stop, and the strong impact shocked everyone on the ship. The knights fell to their knees, and the soldiers all fell on their backs. The shock wave even passed through Mathias' metal body.
The giant hinges began to move, and the hatches at the bow and stern of the landing ship were slowly opening.
They had to act quickly because it was now easy to attack and the knight would die without a fight in the landing ship.
However, the door moved very slowly.
After waiting anxiously, the hatch finally opened fully with difficulty.
All the restraints on the knight's arms, legs and torso fell off, and the connecting cables were also interrupted.
Just outside the cabin, the fleet's fierce bombardment rained down like raindrops, and all the enemy troops were driven out of the landing zone.
"Boys!"
shouted Grand Duke Olga.
"Go out into battle!"
As the great bipedal war machines broke free from their shackles and prepared for battle, gas spurted from hissing waters and runelocks flashed between amber and green, the Mechanic-Priests began to offer their final prayers, their voices rising from before The depression gradually turned into a high.
"The reactor power is 100%, and the sacred equation is being realized. Praise the God of All Machines, praise the Omnisiah who walks among us, and praise the driving force that drives all things!"
What the machine soul needs at this time is no longer comfort, but encouragement and excitement!
In the shadows at the edge of the cavernous deck, where an electric brazier blazed, Mathias, shrouded in the thick plating of the landing ship's shell, heard an automatic horn blast, deep and magnificent.
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