Technosphere

Metal Fever

Metal Fever

"We can never use him, son," the old man said.

Hunter looked down at the hangar. It was enormous, large enough to fit the Jaeger. "But he's ready to go, Mr. Thomson. He's just sitting there."

"Metal Fever has cost us far too many Jaeger pilots already, son. Good men and women. Can't risk it, no matter how dire the circumstances might seem." Mr. Thomson spoke with his teacher's voice, since he was also running classes for the kids in the hangars.

"But Mr. Thomson, we have trainee pilots without a Jaeger. Imagine what we could do-"

"Hunter, no," Mr. Thomson said flatly. "Now, come on, it's time for class."

Hunter complained. Not just complained, he bitched and moaned. "Why do we need classes, anyway? The world's about to end, the Kaiju are gonna kill us all, anyway."

Mr. Thomson inhaled and said his usual thing, raising his injured finger, "No, son. As long as we're breathing, we're able to fight. And living on, carrying on with our lives is one of the many ways we can fight this scourge."

Hunter was bored at class. He was always bored at class. What good were math when a Kaiju could show up at any time and smash your entire life to pieces? Mr. Thomson was going on and on about what the 'x' is.

His mind wandered. His gaze fell on her, Seeker. She was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, with her squinty eyes, a genetic trait, and her great butt. Hunter really liked staring at that butt during class, especially when she leaned forward on the desk in front of him just as she was now.

Mr. Thomson slapped his hand on Hunter's desk and he started. "Easy solution, isn't it? Perhaps you, Hunter, could show the rest of the class how it's solved?"

"I-Uh... I wasn't paying attention, Mr. Thomson."

The entire class laughed. Seeker turned back to him and rolled her eyes, Hunter loved it when she did that.

"Of course you weren't," Mr. Thomson sighed, fixing his glasses. They had a very thin skeleton, almost invisible.

"What's the point of finding 'x,' when Pyrespitter can just roast your ass?" Hunter said, frowning.

"Language, Hunter," the teacher demanded.

Seeker raised her hand. "Can I solve it, sir?"

"Of course, Miss Seeker," Mr. Thomson said, stepping aside.

"Nerd," Hunter coughed as she stood up.

"Daydreamer," she taunted back and went on to woo the class with her knowledge of math.

They made out behind Metal Fever. "Are you sure nobody will see us?" she panted, disengaging her lips from his own for a second and then kissing his neck. She was sitting on his lap, facing him, her legs around his waist.

"Don't worry, nobody comes in here," Hunter assured her, finding his way with his hand under her t-shirt. These were the best boobies. They were the only boobies Hunter had ever touched, but they were the best, he was sure of it.

Seeker licked his ear, and the hummed into it, sending tingles all over his body. "If someone sees us, that'll be the last of this," she said, grabbing his hand over her breast and squeezing it there.

"Oh, I'd never want to miss those," Hunter smiled, biting the other tip of her breast over her t-shirt. It was hard and had a nice, tiny tip.

Seeker moaned and shuddered under his touch, and then pressed his face on her chest, running her fingers in his hair.

Hunter sure did like the sensation of that cute little smothering. However, at some point he needed air, so he bit her.

"Ouch!" she slapped him.

"What? You were choking me with your boobies."

Seeker snorted, pressed her lips together. They were shiny and slobbery from all the kissing. "They're not that big."

Hunter squeezed them again. "They're big enough. Perfect."

She slapped his arm and then stuck out her tongue over her top row of teeth.

"What?" Hunter asked but stopped mid-sentence.

Seeker stuck her hand down his pants, looking around, feeling her way as she kept the same innocent expression. "For that adorable comment, Hunter, you get a handjob."

Hunter leaned back on the wall and breathed hard, while getting hard.

She squeezed her tiny fingers around his c**k.

"Ah, cold hands!" he complained.

"Want me to stop?" she smirked.

"No. Please, no," he winced, feeling awesome.

She beamed at him, going on with the handjob.

"Um..." Hunter said and stopped, mouth open.

"Oh..." Seeker said and pulled her hand out of his pants. It was wet and sticky. "That was fast."

Hunter opened his mouth to apologise when the alarms blared.

He pulled her by the hand and they ran down the hangar's corridors. They knew their way around, this was their home for as long as they could remember. Their parents, all the grown ups fighting the Kaiju their entire lives.

"Do you think it's Pyrespitter?" Seeker asked, terrified.

"Yeah," Hunter said, biting his lips. He looked around, the place was a mess. "I can hear Cosmic Menace revving up," he said, putting his ear to the metal walls. "Here, feel the vibrations."

She put her own hand and touched her cheek on the wall. "Yeah. It's ready to move, I can tell."

"See? Menace will protect us, don't worry!"

She did look worried. Her mother was the Ranger on the Menace. A hero, the defender of their entire hangar. "Yeah..."

"She'll be alright. I'm sure of it," Hunter said, and pulled her hand again.

"Where are we going?" she complained, still in a bit of a shock.

"To the classroom. Remember Mr. Thomson's evac drills? It's the closest rendezvous point."

"You remember that?" Seeker asked, looking more shocked by this than the actual attack on the hangar.

"Hey, I pay attention. I just don't understand math and stuff."

They heard a crash ahead, there was smoke and dirt in the corridors. They both dove to the side as the entire hangar shook.

They got to the classroom.

It was caved in, rubble filling up the entire room, blocking all other exits. Hunter looked around for a while. "There's no way through."

Seeker didn't turn to him, simply hummed in affirmative, staring at a spot underneath the rubble. She was holding her mouth in a silent scream.

"What is it?" Hunter asked, getting close to her. Then he saw it.

Blood. And a cracked pair of glasses, with a very thin skeleton, almost invisible.

He hugged her tight. Seeker buried her face into his chest and cried softly. Hunter cried as well, staring at the spot where his favourite grown up had died.

They doubled back to the Metal Fever hangar. "There must be another way around to the others," Seeker said, sniffling and wiping her nose. She looked around the hangar.

"Uh, there's that way, but it's blocked, there's a locked gate. And that way, maybe, it collapsed a few years ago but we might be able to squeeze through."

She turned to him. "You never tried it?"

He shrugged. "What was the point? There was a straight path down there, you know."

Her expression darkened. "You don't have to snap back at me."

"I'm sorry, Seeker. It's just... You know how I feel right now. Mr. Thomson was my favourite person in the world, and now he's gone." He was about to say more but an explosion shook the entire hangar.

They held on tight on the railings, rubble fell from the ceiling.

Metal Fever was just sitting there, silent. He was one of the experimental models, from back when the war against the Kaiju had resources to waste on crazy ideas and schemes. Nowadays, it was all about logistics and making sure everything was efficient, because there were no resources to spare at all. He was very badass looking, like a titanic suit of sleek armour. Thin, strong, ready for battle.

It was a bummer that he tended to make the Rangers crazy.

"Hey, I have an idea," Seeker said, stretching her pretty neck by looking all the way up. It had a few hickies from before and Hunter got another erection just by thinking about it.

"What? Go up there?"

"Yeah. The hangar roof can be opened from inside the Jaeger."

"That's crazy, Seeker. We're not Rangers, we just did, what, thirty hours of training in VR?"

"Do you have a better idea?"

Hunter looked around. Mr. Thomson was dead. His classmates were probably dead. Cosmic Menace was out there fighting for them. He looked at the tiny girl he was in love with. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her. "No, I don't. Okay, are you sure we can do this? Mr. Thomson says..." he stopped himself, then added, "said, that Metal Fever fries your brain."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the upper railings. "Not in seconds, dummy. All we need to do is to fire him up and open the hangar roof. Then we'll climb out from the emergency hatch."

"Okay," Hunter said and pulled her to a stop. When she turned to him, confused, he planted a deep kiss on her. "In case we get our brains melted," he smiled, close to her face.

She stood on her tippy-toes and kissed him back.

His heart leapt. She was the best thing to ever happen to him.

She pulled away and started running towards the Jaeger's head. "Keep up, Daydreamer."

The Jaeger was dusty. Someone had been keeping it maintained, but it was a big thing and it was basically forgotten in storage.

Hunter put on the suit.

"Turn around," Seeker frowned, pushing his face away.

"I've already, like, felt everything. And you did the other thing..."

"Doesn't mater. Turn around."

He did. He could hear her shuffling inside the Ranger suit. It was big for them but it was clever enough to adjust the padding inside automatically, basically adapting to any body-size.

"Ready!" Seeker said.

Hunter turned to see her. "Wow! Do I look this cool too?"

She shook her head. "Nah. You look like a bozo."

"Why you..."

"Hey! Time's up, let's just fire it up."

Another explosion from somewhere.

"That was very close," Hunter said.

"It was," Seeker said, focusing on the pre-launch procedure. Her tiny hands were blurring over the controls, running over checklists and turning on systems.

"How do you know all this?" Hunter asked.

"My mom taught me," she said softly, worry in her face.

"Right."

"Instead of nursery rhymes or fairy tales, mom would recite pre-launch procedures or tell me about how she defeated Suffering and then Tribulation."

"Wow..."

"Not really. I'd prefer it if she behaved like a real mom."

"Hey, Runner? Your mom is the reason we're all still alive."

Runner turned to him, pressing her lips bitterly. "Not all of us, baby."

"You called me baby," Hunter swooned.

"Don't get used to it!" Seeker spat back at him and fired up the Jaeger.

Everything shook.

Metal Fever stood up, his joints squeaking from immobility.

A brilliant light lit up on his helmet, and a ball of plasma appeared between his hands.

"Hey, don't fire it up in here!" Seeker screamed, powering the plasma ball down.

"Sorry," Hunter winced.

"It's okay. Just... Be aware of what you're intending to do, because the Jaeger will just do it. It takes some getting used to, but it's easy." She gave the command for the hangar roof to open up.

"You've piloted one before?" Hunter asked, incredulous.

Seeker smirked at him. "My mom snuck me in once, yeah." The hangar roof opened entirely.

Hunter let his jaw hang. "You're so f*****g sexy right now."

Seeker beamed at him, and then jumped up, making the Metal Fever jump outside with a single leap.

"Didn't we say we'd climb out here?" Hunter squealed, regaining his balance.

"I'm lazy."

"No you're not."

Their surroundings were basically ruins. Older ruins. In flames.

Very close to them, just a small run with these titanic legs, was the Pyrespitter. A serpent-y, alien-y, fire breathing creature from wherever the hell they came from.

And it had Cosmic Menace pinned down. In flames. Face melted, leg melted away.

"Mom!" Seeker cried out, and the Jaeger started to run towards it. It wobbled in a weird way.

Hunter realised why. It was because the other half of the equation wanted to run the other way.

"Hunter, help me out here," Seeker begged, tears in her eyes.

"Seeker?" her mom said over the comms. "What are you doing in there? Nevermind, turn around and leave. Now, missy! Run!"

Hunter was no hero. He knew that. But something had changed inside him the moment he donned this Ranger's suit and plugged his brain into a titanic robot.

Something...

Feverish.

He grinned, balled his fists. "Yeah. Let's do this," he said, powering up the plasma ball, and Metal Fever joined the fight.

The End.