The Bond of Uniform
A form of bond even deeper than the bond between a pilot and their handler.
The bond of sensations on a pilots skin, each extra detail adding a extra touch. The extra weight being lifted with each breath the resistance of movement from the uniform over the pilots rising chest. Each rapid breath taken in combat to the bated breaths taken at Handler’s side. The extra layer of skin of a pilots uniform over their own, the familiarity of the two turn into one single sensation. Your uniform is your skin a pilot needs their uniform as much as their own skin. For it is their skin, the bond critical to a pilot and their performance. The bond critical for a pilots safety security and identity. For what is a pilot without their uniform, for what is a pilot without what visibly ties them to Handler.
The uniform for a pilot is like no other, each seem unique, each open slot for its wearers ports. The one place a pilots uniform doesnt protect. A pilots most vulnerable place, their ports, where the bond of something greater than themselves physically connects the mental link. In a way a pilots mech is all but an extension of ones self, an extension of their identity, their place in something greater. The extension of a pilots uniform is their mech and a pilots mech is all but an extension of their self. Their true self, where a pilots purpose becomes clear to all.
A pilots purpose stands true, a pilots purpose is clear. The true purpose of a pilot is as loud as the joints of their mech sliding into place following its inner bodys command. A pilots purpose made clear by their second skin, their uniform. A pilots purpose made clear, by their true body, their mech. A pilots purpose made clear, by their enthusiastic words to each command.
A pilots purpose made clear.
Through the bond of uniform.
Through their performance in their mech
Through the words spoken never hesitant
“Yes Handler!”
