Walking forward, I tested the balance, rotation range and a few other things before running a weapons check. While the safeties were on, I popped the headcannon lasers, dual plasma blades, shoulder rockets, and even Megatrons classic fusion cannon.
The hanger bay doors opened at the far end of the bay for me. I took one step, then a second before jumping into the air. Before I could even land, my mecha was already transforming into an insane Cybertronian battle tank. The triple feed booster on the back flared to life and I was peeling out of the armor bay at high speeds rapidly shooting beyond sixty mile per hour.
Major Payne was going to get his trial by fire, so I hope he brought his A-game.
Undisclosed Location: Brockton Bay
"Squeals! Where you at… SQUEALS!"
Lound clomping steps rang through the warehouse garage as the person kept on yelling, "SQUEALS!
More sounds of stomping was followed by a foul looking man in stained clothing, cracked teeth and needle marks along his brown skinned arms. He was a foul man, as the smell of old, mildew and unwashed body odor drifted about his person. The smell that came from him was of such terrible proportions that not even the rats, and flies wanted to be around him.
As he stomp through the garage, he noticed one of his mooks sleeping, with a scowl on his face. The man held a finger to his nose, blew out a fat snot blob before stomping over and kicking the guy awake. "Get up you , where the fuck is Squeals?"
The guy he kicked graoned and moaned, with a tch, he ignored him and kept walking around the warehouse garage. He found his Squealer eventually, she was underneath one of the trucks doing something he didn't care about.
His face set into a frown as he stomped over and gave the thing she was lying on a few kicks.
"Get out here Squeals, don't you hear me calling you." He spoke with a scowl on his face.
Squealer, the one he was looking for and had finally found came from underneath the monster of a truck with face protection partially on her face. In her hand was a torch with fire still very much active, the other hand was covered by thick gloves which she used to deactivate the flaming torch.
"WHAT! What!" The name Squealer questions as she looks around. "Who da, what you want Skiddy?"
"We gonna steal dis," He said while pulling out some pictures from his pocket. "Dem fuckers over dere got dis flying shit, and I want it. Make me a big gun."
"What?! How dah hell we gonna get one of those?" Squealer asked as she snatched the photo from his hand.
"We're gonna take it," Skiddy said as he leaned down. "Those fucking cunt munchers think they can just fly around and do any kinda shit they want. We gonna steal one, so make Me! A BIG! FUCKING GUN!"
Anthony Grey - Storm King
My body sank into my command chair's nice soft cushion as I bolted through the air like a bat out of hell. My triple boosters were doing all that they could to push the blood out of my body. None of that mattered to me, though, as things felt a little off and out of sync. My eyes were seeing double and not the usual double when you were drunk or got punched in the face.
One half was dark with silver illumination of the command cockpit, and the other was of the outside view as I flew through the air in jet form. With a couple of blinks, I had my endo-sym nanite clusters pour from my body and root around in Megatron's local systems to figure out the problems. Numbers from calculations flashed before my inner eye as my nanite package discovered the issue with my full integration with Megatron.
It turns out that one of the neutral interface plugs wasn't seated correctly so it was only partially connected. This accounted for a factor of 18% data loss which was beyond the levels of tolerance. A flex of will fixed that issue which then shunted my mind into my big badass battle bot MEGATRON!
All ten fingers work, the same as with the ion blaster. The optics worked at 100% along with its various AR modes. Even now as I hovered above the tanker and looked over the bay, I could see the odd radio signal, along with a force field dome over the contours of the rig.
That thing was a big ugly piece of junk that was a massive waste of tax-payers' dollars. With a snort, I cut my engines and landed with a nice meaty boom on the deck of the massive tanker that blocked the bay. The tanker rocked a bit from the weight of my landing but stayed exactly where it was.
The experience was surreal as I shifted from a hover to examine my very large and awesome form. All ten fingers worked, and the ion cannon charged up without any lag or stutter. From there, I kept switching through modes and tested out my own tanker mode. Targeting was solid, the hover function worked and the phase shift armor was amazing with its camo abilities that had me vanish into the deck of the tanker.
I went through a few motions as I got the feel of my new body, then once that was over, I crouched down. I held my palm open towards the deck of the ship, then activated my subspace pocket and deposited a few searcher bots. If anyone from my world was here and watching, they would have noticed that the search bots looked like otters with the tech base straight out of Horizon Zero Dawn.