The workshop was bustling with activity as Dominic stepped into the large hangar, his boots echoing in the cold, metal space. The mechanic from earlier had promised him a custom-built machine, and now, as he approached the massive hangar doors, the sheer scale of the mech in front of him sent a shiver down his spine.
There it was.
A giant, hulking silhouette loomed against the bay lights—its massive form bathed in the soft glow of overhead lamps. The mech towered above everything in the room, dwarfing the nearby structures and equipment. It was unlike any other machine Dominic had ever seen before. Its frame was sleek yet imposing, with an angular design that spoke of both elegance and power. It stood like a titan, ready to crush anything that dared stand in its path.
The mech's exterior was pristine white, with smooth, polished plates that reflected the light in a way that made the machine almost glow. Gold accents lined its armor, a regal touch of decoration that contrasted with the cold, war-ready design. These golden details weren't just for show—they highlighted key features of the mech's structure, giving it an air of distinction and authority. The gold gleamed on the sharp edges of its arms and shoulders, tracing the contours of its frame like a well-crafted work of art.
Dominic stood there, stunned for a moment. He had seen countless mechs in his time, from scrap heaps to military-grade war machines, but this one—it was something different. Something that called to him.
"This," he muttered, almost in awe, "is a work of art."
The mechanic, who had been watching from the sidelines, smiled proudly. "You're damn right it is. We've put in everything we have into this one. This is no ordinary combat machine. It's designed to give you the edge you need. And based on what I've heard, you've got the skills to match it."
Dominic walked around the mech, his gaze sweeping over every inch of it. The arms were massive, each one equipped with an arsenal of deadly weaponry. The right arm housed a massive energy cannon that could fire concentrated blasts capable of disintegrating enemy mechs with a single shot. The left arm was more versatile, a modular design allowing for various attachments—missile pods, plasma blades, and a heavy-duty claw that could tear through enemy defenses with terrifying efficiency.
The legs were built for both speed and strength, a perfect balance for a machine of this size. The cockpit was nestled at the center of the mech's chest, a tight, secure fit with a panoramic viewport for full visibility. The neural interface would be like nothing Dominic had experienced before, designed to sync with his implants for a seamless connection between man and machine. His instincts would guide the mech, and the mech would respond like an extension of his own body.
"You'll be able to handle the firepower, right?" the mechanic asked, a touch of concern in his voice.
Dominic stepped forward and ran his hand along the smooth white surface of the mech's leg. "I can handle it. But this machine is more than just firepower. It's... something else."
The mechanic raised an eyebrow. "Something else?"
Dominic nodded, turning to face the massive armament. "The UOP needs a weapon that can break through the CMC's strongest lines, and this... this is that weapon. It's built for precision, for dominance. I'll make sure it's ready."
The mechanic smirked. "I hope you don't get too attached. This thing is yours now, but it might just outlive you on the battlefield."
Dominic grinned, a cold, determined smile. "That's the plan."
With a quick nod, the mechanic stepped aside, signaling that the final preparations had been completed. A team of engineers began to power up the mech, the lights inside the cockpit flickering to life as the neural connection initialized. Dominic climbed into the cockpit, feeling the familiar hum of the interface as it synced with his implant. It was almost like slipping into a second skin, the machine's systems melding with his own thoughts.
He gripped the controls, the power of the mech flowing through him like a current of raw energy. This was it. The moment he had been preparing for.
As he activated the mech's primary systems, the massive arms moved, flexing and testing their strength. The white titan stood tall and imposing, a beacon of hope for the UOP. It was more than just a tool of war—it was a symbol of everything they were fighting for.
Dominic took a deep breath and settled into the cockpit, his mind already racing through strategies. His mission was clear: get this machine onto the frontlines and use its firepower to tear through the CMC forces. But this time, it wasn't just about the battle. It was about making a statement.
He was no longer a scavenger. He was a warrior, and this mech was his weapon.
As the hangar doors opened, revealing the dark expanse of space beyond, Dominic's heart raced. The UOP battleship Valiant was ready to launch, and with it, the rest of the mercenaries. It was time to show the CMC what they were up against.
The massive white mech moved into position, its golden accents gleaming under the lights. Dominic was ready.
The war had begun. And he would lead the charge.