Max settled into the seat and found that the controls weren't the standard Kepler chanical layout, though those were available on the console in front of him. There was a neural link halo that lowered over his head, linking the movents of the cha to his intentions and removing the physical lag between his intentions and his physical movents.
The setup also had the option to synchronize, so that he could physically control the cha, while he ntally targeted, or the reverse.
With Max's improved cognitive functions, that wouldn't be necessary, as he could accurately target with every weapon consciously while also ntally piloting, and not relying on instinct and muscle mory to do the movent portion of the work for him.
He also noted that the shield mounted to the forearm weapons on the left arm, so it wouldn't interfere with his firepower when equipped, and every weapon had a secure holster available.
He really did look like a forty-ter tall, living Samurai Knight, right down to the traditional demon mask that was supposed to intimidate enemies of the human warriors. It was a bit redundant when equipped on a Titan Class cha, but he appreciated the sentint and effort.
The shipping crate also contained the maintenance rack for the cha, so it would have to be secured to the bay once he had chosen a proper place for it.
With the neural link equipped, Max didn't even have to remain in his pilot seat to operate the Cleansing Light.
One after another, he picked up and stored the weapons in their holsters, noting how the cha moved in a perfectly natural manner, matching his thoughts as if it were his own body. That was a welco change. Most Titan Class cha were a bit slow and clunky but made up for it in pure lethality.
Cleansing Light could purge a planetary capital in an instant and still walk perfectly naturally as if it was a System enhanced Kepler Pilot. Uncle Lu had really outdone himself on this project.
There wasn't the space or opportunity to test the rest of the features of the cha, but Max did verify that his tracking and targeting were working properly, and powered up the cha's sensor suite, doing a full system check.
Movent in the corner of his eye made Max turn, just as Nico opened up the other crate and began laughing hysterically.
As expected, the other crate contained so raw materials and parts, but it also contained a new model of Material Printer, and a second smaller crate, which was what caught Nico's attention.
"What did you find, Nico?" Max asked.
"There are lots of goodies for you, but Uncle Lu also sent a present," Nico inford him as she used the bay's overhead crane to move the new Materials Printer out of the way so she could open the other crate.
It was roughly cubical, and fifteen ters tall, no taller than one of the new Heavy cha, but large enough to hold four of them, and Max wondered what sort of thing Uncle Lu had sent for her.
Nico took the ti to set up the new Materials Printer before she returned to the crate with a look of reverence and dived into it through a small door on the top.
The door of the crate popped open from the inside, and a bright red, kneeling form unfolded itself from inside.
It was a cha, but like nothing else that the humans had ever produced. Standing twenty ters tall, and having an organically curved outer shell that looked very much like a soot-black muscular body, the four-ard cha wielded a blade in each hand, and stood on cloven feet, with a grinning demonic visage staring up at Max.
The sight stopped Max in his tracks, as the last parts of his lost mory ca crashing back into his consciousness.
He knew that cha. In fact, there was nothing in his past life that Max knew better, for it haunted his every dream, even after his retirent and all through the isolated years stuck on a throne world being venerated as a hero. That cha led the armies of a fanatical cult of genetically modified soldiers that had torn half the galaxy asunder in under a decade, drowning worlds in blood and killing trillions of soldiers.
Eventually, Max and his army resorted to sending suicide bombers to launch a surprise attack and destroy the fortress that their command group was holed up in, crippling their leadership and allowing his forces to eliminate the remainder of their army in one crushing wave.
Even in the mighty God Machine Gloriana that he had piloted to innurable heroic victories in his past life, he simply couldn't defeat that evil cha and its Commanders. Every ti he thought he had them, they would get a warning of the imminent threat and simply disappear without a trace, only for him to get news of new carnage and race across star systems in a desperate attempt to save another planet.
[Soul Drinker] He breathed over the intercom as Nico stood up in the Cursed cha that Uncle Lu had created for her.
While from the day of his birth Max recalled who he was, and the morals he should hold, he had only slowly regained everything else from his mories. Nico was the exact opposite, she recalled all of the useful skills from her past life and much of how they were used, but she recalled nothing at all about herself, or why she had done the things she recalled doing.
The blood-soaked religion that Max had seen in her thoughts now made sense. It was possible, and even sowhat likely that she was the reincarnation of the elusive leader of the greatest threat his forr life's Galaxy had ever seen, assuming that cha was rebuilt from her shattered mories, and not entirely a coincidence on the part of Uncle Lu's design preferences.
"It's glorious, isn't it? I've never seen sothing so beautiful. Uncle Lu really outdid himself this ti." Nico cheered as she stretched out her new cha's limbs to explore its range of movent.
'Maybe it really is a coincidence. Nico's thoughts don't show any hint of recognition of the cha, this is certainly the first ti that she has seen it and she wasn't involved in the design. Could it just be one big cosmic joke, creating that sa cha in this life?' Max wondered to himself before collecting his thoughts well enough to answer.
"It really is sothing else. I thought you might be upset about only getting a custom Super Heavy cha." Max replied, doing his best to tuck away the newly released nightmares of having to hunt that cha across the Galaxy.
"Size isn't everything. Plus Uncle Lu gave it the most perfect na ever." Nico replied, and Max looked at the engraved words on the collar that mounted the head assembly to the shoulders.
[Shattered Pride]
"Oh thank the Emperor."
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