by Turbo Tyrannophonic » Thu May 09, 2013 2:29 am
Talon's beloved home...
The battered, somber remains of the city were a good enough playground for them. Many a monster - and many a human - died here, that was sure. Some of the most sophisticated minds of a generation were taken to the grave trying to flee the city, leaving the facility they poured all their hopes and dreams into to rot in rust and disrepair. Had Talon not been there to take the reigns, it would likely be nothing but scrap metal at this point.
"Jackson," the man said suddenly, as a small, disembodied display screen appeared to his left. "Are you ready yet?"
In truth, the two men were safely tucked away inside Intuitive Generations' research facility; what they both called home. But to them, it was as if they were topside amongst the ruins, in the cockpit of two of the most technologically advanced machines Talon had ever dreamed of, let alone seen.
Concord and Enterprise - the experimental units that didn't (and shouldn't) exist.
The interface to Talon's own unit, Concord, was almost impossibly complex, at least in outward appearance. Although the information that was in constant flow was indeed quite complicated, the operation of the machine was as simple as thought and action. Seated in a bizarre cockpit not unlike that of a jet, albeit one with hand controls, the simulator mimicked the actual cockpit of the unit to the letter, offering an unparalleled experience without the need to put the unit itself in danger.