Jek stood in awe. The armor was a behemoth, thrice as tall as a man and shaped like a terrifying, clockwork chocobo. Somehow its components didn’t do it justice, but fully assembled, this weapon was intimidating. He knew that this and its two brethren, were destined to change the world.

Thick tubes connected the machine-armor to the wall, leashing its power until the day it would be free to cause havoc. Though it didn’t have a pilot, the large man shuddered. He hoped that Cid knew what he was doing when he designed these things. Jek ran a callused hand longingly along the rounded contours of a joint cover. It was pretty though.

Two of the pilots, newly raised to the status of Magitek Knights entered, slapping each other on the back and laughing at their sudden good fortune.

The heavy-set mechanic saluted them as they walked by and he wondered if one day, he might be able to fight along side of them, as an equal. He shivered as a strange feeling of deja vu washed over him. Then again, maybe not.