#mechpilotwordbuilding

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Need inspiration for cold weather (-40°) mechs, both what pilots would wear and how the mecha would be different

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Pilots r War machines

Good Pilots r Docile

Good Pilots listen to Handler

Handler knows best

Handlers words are eveything

Good Pilots obey Handler

Handler rewards good behavior

Good Pilots r rewarded

Good Pilots get praise

Handlers praise is evrything Pilot

Good Pilots follow Handler to the end

Good Pilots take all the pills Handler gives them

Handler is a Good Pilots god

Good Pilots r docile

Welcome to the bad ending Pilot

Your Handler awaits dont keep Handler waiting

Good Pilot

Good War Machine

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Attention Pilots

Do you evr wonder about your uniform? Why its always different from other pilots you see?

No?

Good Pilot

Your uniform denotes you as belonging to Handler hand picked by Handler just for you. Doesnt that make you feel special dog?

Good Pilot!

Not like you can understand what things those other pilots say about your uniform, why should that matter. All that matters to a Good Pilot is Handler.

There are obviously reasons scientifically why your uniform is more lets say form fitting, less to move out of the way to get you all connected to your big metal body.

Not because it pleases Handlers eyes.

That makes sense to you doesnt it pilot?

Yes

Good Pilot

Forget all those silly worrys

Now go get into uniform for Handler

Handler wants to inspect your uniform for any blemishes to it, Good Pilots look nice and perfect for Handler dont they.

They do! Good Pilot answering so fast.

Handler is very proud of you

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Attention pilots

Remembr to let Handler clean out yr neural ports

Be a Good Pilot n let Handler put what Handler needs to in yr neck

Good Pilots hav nice n clean neural ports so they can be all properly linked into its body mech

It wont hurt to much Handler’s promise

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The polyarmours relationship between a Handler their Mech Pilot(s) n the pilots Mechs

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Tempted to add in a Idog lik thing into my setting

Pilot stil full of the chemical cocktail tha when not wired in makes them all fuzzy n empty but stil vry on edge

Handler taking their pilot back n fetching the silly lil dancy colour dog who plays music through its tiny speakers.

Handlers pilot loves tha silly lil music dog. Keeps their brain (whas left of it) all nice n stable

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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!”

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Attention pilots

I will return to regular mech posting soon