While wondering through the woods you spot something shiny. With nothing better to do you go for a closer look. Upon entering a clearing you see something entirely unexpected.
It was a giant purple mech suit sitting in a crater. It must have just landed here last night given how the dirt was stirred up. You wondered it’s origins. Top secret Military test? Aliens? Another dimension?
The giant robot was at least three stories tall and looked very foreign, aside from the fact it was on its side. It had purple paint, a flat egg shaped body with backwards legs and two arms, one ending in a Lance, the other a flat cross that was probably for some kind of energy shield. At the back were thrusters and at the top was an open hatch with a jump suit sticking out.
Like any sane individual you immidiatly strip off app of your clothes, even the underwear and slip into the orange jump suit. It fit on your body all wrong, probably meant for someone of a different gender than you currently possess, being tight in some areas and loose in others. The suit smelled like latex and squeaked whenever it rubbed against it self, you had never had a latex fetish before but something about the way it rubbed against your naked body was definitely very arousing. Their were several sockets on it and bits of plastic with exposed circuits.
Next you climb into the hatch of the side ways mech and look around.
The cock pit was much like the suit, rather crampt getting in but once inside the controls were rather spacious.
The bottom had several pedals, the Controle panel was dark but had several buttons, switches and levers, with the front window covered in dirt from the crash the only light came from the open hatch to your left.
You sit in the chair hearing the squeaking of the comfy chair against your ill fitting suit.
You start pressing random buttons and switches trying to get something to happen. Nothing did. The mech was dead and dark. After a disappointed sigh you started playing with the controls, making laser and stomping noises with your mouth. The side ways cock pit began to smell like wet latex so you decided to get out for now, only to bump your head on a button you didn’t press yet.
Just then the screens turned on, first displaying something you couldn’t read before switching to English.
“PILOT ERROR DETECTED: 4578
UNKNOWN PILOT
REBOOTING CURRENT PILOT TO LAST KNOWN PILOTS GENETICS
PROCESS EXECUTED
SEQUENCE DURATION:
%0...”
Just then various plugs injected themselves into the sockets in the suit, some going into your skin, most connecting to the electronics. a helmet clamped around your head. You felt your head ach as knowledge as burned into it. Not just info on how to pilot this mech (which was called a “Lancer” by the way) but how to pilot all mechs. From Knights, to Archers, to even Warmasters and Kings.
The burning in head spread to your entire body. Your bones snapped, muscles ached and nerves burned.
As the knowledge of how to pilot was shoved into your brain your body was changed to that of the last pilot. Which was a...