Chapter 2: The Legacy Of Mechs Pilots
With a desperate maneuver, Eclipse-7 activated its remaining functional thrusters and dashed forward. The blast of boiling water shot at the collossal mech, it barely avoided it but had a portion of it shoulder armour melted off.
The mech pilots hissed out in inexplicable pain as their body trembled uncontrollably.
"Damn Kaiju! That is one of the strongest metals there is in the galaxy or it was till you melted it off." The loud mouthed mech pilot screamed in deep seethed rage.
His copilot gritted his teeth and spoke. "Focus Orion, let's kill this filthy beast."
Orion hissed under his breath and tapped the mechanical goggle that linked their neuro pathways to the mechs cockpit, "Maneuver 7."
His copilot could not suppress a wide grin as he said. "Of course mate. Let's show this thing what we humans are capable of."
The mech roared like a living piece of machinery as it's cockpit hummed, their thoughts all synchronized as one and the metal giving out one last fight, the joints of the mech hissed out hot steam, it's gears spun rapidly. The Kaiju stretched one of its crab like legs at the mech like a battle axe, the pilots did not have any plans of taking on its hard carapace with the barely functional mech, they had a more dangerous plan that would cost them everything even their lives.
The took it's attack head on causing the mech to lose it's left arm, the metal hand shattered with gears, screws and pieces of metal plates flying out. The pilots within gritted their teeth as their physical right arms exploded with pain and fell to their sides.
Whatever damage a mech experienced was transferred to the pilot piloting it, these had been a huge problem in the world of mech designing. Even with the advancement of technology the backlash had only been reduced by 10%. For a mech to perform at its best The pilots would have to be linked to it meaning they would share the damage and in rare occasions the scars of battle.