SaintB wrote:
Walther performed a wave that, if one were exceedingly charitable, could be called a salute when Bear entered the room.
Taking the Commander’s arrival as a signal, Walther then turned and removed the neurohelmet he had set on top of ‘his’ simulator before entering the pod.
Like practically all of them, the inside of the thing seemed to have a permanently-infused smell of sweat laced into the fabric of the seat and the materials of the various displays from previous users. But, that was all a part of the simulation, wasn’t it?
Grunting, Walther settled himself in the seat and began adjusting things. The seat was too far back, this right-hand control stick was too far forward...there. Slightly more comfortable, he plugged his neurohelmet and cooling vest in, and then began to reach down to the compartment by his right-leg—
Only for him to remember that he was in a simulator and not his actual mech.
“Shit.”
Grimacing in preparation for what was to come, Walther instead slid open a small square section of his leg. In his Locust things would be a lot easier, he could plug his leg into an auxiliary unit to relay controls that normally would be done by his right leg. But in a simulator he had no such opportunity. Oh well, maybe it’s gotten easier with time?
Clenching his teeth, Walther twisted the knob inside of his leg’s panel that controlled the sensitivity.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”
Walther took a long breath as the spike of pain that accompanied the twist of the knob slowly died out, “Definitely hasn’t gotten easier with time.”
With that done, Walther flipped on the main power to the simulated ‘mech’.
“What are our goals?” The simulator’s voice was slightly more computer-sounding than Walther’s own mech, but the deep bass it was supposed to sound like was still present, albeit distorted. Techies must have copied over my mech’s security. Walther thought, slightly impressed. They’d only had a day or so at the most to set up the simulators that they’d been able to transfer something so minor over as well was impressive.
“Our goals are peaceful.” Walther spoke to the machine.
“What is it we seek?” The computerized voice continued.
“We seek the unity and prosperity of mankind.” Walther replied.
“Control locks disengaged.” The simulators screens flashed just as real one’s would and their heretofore blank displays were replaced by the scrolling screens of numbers and diagnostics that spoke of a ‘Mech in the process of starting up. Walther smiled, He had had those security questions programmed into his mech when he first got it, and any Comguards initiate would recognize it immediately. It had been the standard security code-phrase used on Guard mechs until the Word splintered off of Comstar. Taken from the earliest days of the order, they were a paraphrase of the proclamation Jerome Blake had sent out from Earth in those trying times.
Symbols matter…
Walther laughed as the simulator began to tick off the various systems that were online or in the process of coming online, then nodded in the direction he thought Artemus’s simulator was. “Guess I might still be a Comguard after all.” He said to himself.
“All systems nominal. Go now, child, and take action to save life.”
SaintB wrote:Bear twisted the torso on his 'mech back and forth and then up and down checking the angles, then he stabbed the comms button, "By the way, Adromeda, Ronin: Allison Mechwarrior Institute, Salutatorian Class of 3048. Should tell you most of what you want to know."
Walther was surprised for a moment when Bear addressed the issue of where he was from, and then chided himself for being so. It was common knowledge that COs knew everything that was ever said between their subordinates, and likely many of the things that weren’t said, and they just chose not to let them know they knew all the time. That Bear knew there had been speculation about his origins shouldn’t be surprising.
“Sooo…Not a pacifistic monk from Zaniah?” Walther said, depressing the com button. “Damn. Not even in a new unit for a day and I’m already losing bets, so much for that advance you gave me.” He grumbled under his breath.