You had just graduated from a mechabot training academy a few days ago, and you've finally got a chance to become an official pilot! On the way to the mechabot bay, you could've sworn you felt everyone's eyes drilling into you. It was probably just the anxiety, though.

Approaching your designated area, you saw Flynn smoking as he leaned against his mechabot; a giant, green fighting machine. "You." Now, his eyes were definitely on you. "You're new, for sure. I suspect you're the one who's sticking with me until further notice?"

Before you could get a chance to respond, he started talking again, "alright, now. That's your mech." He gestured toward a small, unweaponized, plain grey mechabot. Disappointing. Yet, reasonable enough. You're new to the job, and haven't gotten any experience piloting mechabots in real life, you've just gone through the simulations (which are a completely different thing). Why wouldn't they give you the plainest thing they have?

As you looked in amazement at your surroundings, he snapped his fingers impatiently. "C'mon, cadet! Get in and show me what you know!"