Chapter 2 - Gods Among Us

Tiberius III flexes his fingers in the power glove. The forcefield around his fist crackles with a violent energy. The machine system around him slowly fixes the secondary armor on his body, bolting it in places and tightening it to keep his enhanced body protected against the ravages of driving a suit that would act as a primary armor.

In the years gone by, the tech department handling the war had done everything to minimize the damage to human operators. From using mental links to going for android replacements inside the steel suits, but nothing compared to the level of efficiency brought in by a live operative inside the suit. After all, they all knew that the only way to win the war was to be more efficient than the enemy. 

Tiberius III did not give a single fuck about what the tech boys thought. He was an old school warrior who believed that enemy needs to be looked in the face before his bullets take their head off. He believed in ancient notions of honor on the battlefield. He knew in his heart that winning this war would take the heart of a lion and the courage of a man who has run out of plans. As long as there was an option of retreat, they would not win. But he was also a warrior who knew how to follow orders. When he was told to kill, he killed. When he was told to retreat, he retreated. His beliefs did not stand in the way of his duty. He still wondered on the trips back to base how he would have handled things had he been in charge. 

The machine around his head pings as it puts the helmet on his broad head and he knows the time for doubts is gone. Now it's time to follow orders. Now it's time to kill. Now it's time to become the holy sword of their gods. The magnetic hooks of the crane attach to his shoulders and lift him up to lower him into the steel encaged machine. His hands and feet latch into place in the exoskeleton and the display comes alive with data readouts and summaries of important systems doing a test run. 

In the corner of the screen, he sees eleven of his brothers and sisters come online. The pack instinct fills him up with pride and a sudden desire to unleash hell on anyone who'd dare to threaten his pack. Tiberius III takes a deep breath. The big machine shudders in anticipation of the commands he would relay and the hell he would unleash. 

"Ladies and gentleman," he whispers into the vox channel, "the killing hour is here. Godspeed."

Chapter 3 - Teeth