“…and that’s why I built an extra arm for it, just for high-fives.”
There was a reason the Mark-4 was a short-lived model. It was designed by a madman who happened to lead a character cult of engineers and builders. Only one team could pilot the beast that resulted.
“It’s unbeatable. Weapons everywhere we could fit them and a few places we couldn’t,” Jeung grinned. “The real trick will be finding enough triplets to pilot them all.”
“Triplets.” He stared up at the Crimson Typhoon. It had three arms.
“Well, two can share the load, fairly well. Three would be better. More brain power. Stronger against the Kaiju.” Another smile from the wrong side of the Uncanny Valley. “That’s why I built an extra arm for it. Just for high-fives…”
He stared at Jeung, wondering exactly how to separate the mad genius from their followers long enough to have them committed. “I’m sure it has other uses…?”
“Oh yes, yes. Weapons. Punching power. The Wei’s are very good with finding non-standard battle techniques in the sims. We should get them started… before the apocalypse…”
It was a phrase that would stay with him until he needed a really good speech, on the last day of the Kaiju war. “Yes,” he said, patting the genius’ shoulder and gently leading them away. “Yes, we should.”
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