"Will the fucking thing fly...that is all I'm asking you mechanic!"

The Shark sarge kept up his interrogation for another hour or so. Our local mechanic, Hedgehog Hideo Yasaki did all he could to make sure our Armors could get off the ground without blowing up three feet from the ground. That's not saying much though to be honest.

"Y-Yes sir...it will fly just fine, as will all of the other models! Now will you stop shaking me!"

The sarge gave a growl as he roughly let him go, it was obvious that the sarge wasn't going to let this go, but I suppose I can't say I'd blame him. One mistake and we're dead inside of those damned armors....

Oh right, maybe I should explain what the hell is going on...sorry about that.

Well long story short, about Seventy-one years ago, after the end of World War II, artificial life forms landed upon the planet in the northwestern continents of Canada, the Southern Continents of South America, Hawaii, and even Madagascar.

Scientists had no clue what they were, and how they even got here, maybe they had a Superman backstory?
These things at first seemed harmless enough, they were about the size of a chameleon, ate inorganic matter, and even seemed to help clean up the damn planet after all of the toxic wastes that were given by the bombs that we had been dropping lately.

Japan was the first country to start to localize and make use of the life forms, they gave them the nickname, Pettos. Yea, please nickname the fucking things after pets....cute.

But I digress, the Pettos weren't a problem right away, as I said, it almost even seemed like they were helping a lot of things with how our ecosystem had devolved.

However...at about the start of the 21's century...they started changing. With the ever growing toxins in the air from fossil fuels, and constant testings from nuclear weaponry, the Pettos seemed to get....much more aggressive. Instead of staying the size of a chameleon, they had started growing bigger, and much nastier. To give you an example of what they look like...well...think of a big mass of tentacles for a back end, and above that, you have what looks like the upper half of a dog...and that's just for a few of them.

Worst of all...they just started eating everything...any organic matter they could get their paws, hands, tentacles whatever....the point being, they turned into bad news, real quick.

They take almost all shapes and sizes, and they even started eating anthropomorphic beings as well. The UN initiated preliminary attacks to all of the known hive locations that the Pettos had, but they only succeeded in destroying one of them.

The Pettos had developed to the point that normal weaponry was utterly pointless. Guns, bombs, almost everything was useless...however, cut the little bastards up with a blade....works well enough.

With this in mind, scientists were hard at work trying to develop new super weapons to defeat the monsters, but it had to be something that required no funding, no need for any intrusion by domestic affairs, at this point, the world had to band together.

Thus, the Armored Steeds were created. Humanoid robotic exoskeletons that were roughly twelve feet tall, and weighed over a ton. They were badass to look at I won't lie, but they weren't an immediate success.

Obviously the weight of the armor was a bit of a problem, so giving a charge that could give enough of a boost to let anyone other then a rhino or a dragon wear something like that was challenging enough. Ironically enough, the Pettos were used as substitute batteries.

Their bodies contained some sort of power source that could honestly supercharge the entire state of California for 50 years on no backup energy. Now I don't need to tell you that's impressive.

Basically, you crush the little bastard down into bite sized pieces, and install it into the battery set pack on the chest piece of the Armor. Thus insta-juice.

So with that problem out of the way, the first Armors were released, and the Armored Steeds Corps. was officially announced to the public. Common everyday infantry-men were given command over weapons of near God-like power to save the world from a menace that would devour everything given the chance.

The main problem now, was the fact that even with the new Armors, it was still hard to kill the sons of bitches. Bigger weapons were made, but bigger bullets didn't mean jack for the most part. Then....well, the blades were created.
Long story short, the blades were created on accident with laser cutting tools. You infuse a laser cutter into a long piece of metal shaped like a sword, infuse a cord from the laser into the suit's power pack, and there ya go, light swords galore.

Yet even now, the Armors had problems, recent changes with the Pettos came with new wings, abilities of flight, so naturally we had to try and fight them in the air as well.

But this came at the cost of installing big engines on the Armors, and again, giving them charge issues.

And now we are back here, where our Mechanics and grease techies are trying their hardest just to get the heavy bastards off the ground. And here I was, a common Border Collie military grunt, just casually sitting down on a bench, sipping on a year old mountain dew from a stash I had left over from when they still existed.

Fuck my life....

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An original story I decided to give a shot at. Tell me what you all think, I appreciate the critique.

Inspirations for this are; All you need is Kill(Manga), Edge of Tomorrow(Movie), basically a shit ton of Sci-Fi.

Characters and story conception belong to me.