They went in together. It was an exciting time for both of them. There were 2 piloting platforms there. Oliver and Rei took their helmets and put them on. They sat back to back in the middle as they all were instructed before they bent forward. Now they were butt to butt. The visors then flipped on. Synchronizing was not a simple task. Now that they were in their augmented reality, it was time to connect. For recruits, they were told to imagine a king-sized bed. Once it appeared, both the pilots were to get on it. Since both the recruits were equal and starting to get the hand of their roles, they were to discuss what roles they should take amongst themselves. It was up to them, but they would both be judged for the result whether they failed or succeeded. The mock cockpit was set to shut down if a connection was not reached in 5 minutes. For combat readiness, it was crucial to synchronize within 3 minutes. Over 5 was intolerable and would result in them not being able to go. A new pair would simply replace them for the duration of the mission. The clock was now ticking. Henry and Jesse were together.
It was time to get to work. "I'll be the Bottom, so you should work on the White Pulse." Henry said with a smile. Jesse blinked and rubbed his head as if he was unsure about this. "Wait a minute. Why do you get to make all of the decisions here? Maybe I'll be the better Bottom. There's no need to rush this, right?" he asked. Henry could not understand the sudden reservation. He had made himself clear when he offered to pair up with Jesse. It did not make sense to him. Henry's father and grandfather were both Bottoms. If he gave in here, it was uncertain if he would never be able to become a Bottom like them. The role of the Bottom was to not only meld with the fuselage of the Shine, but also accept a fair bit of discomfort as they felt the insertion of the Top's consciousness inside them so that the Top could control the mech. For recruits, they were all told to imagine the bed so that it would be easier to synchronize. Both pilots would be focusing on the same thing and have the same task while in augmented reality. They were taught to get on their hands and knees so they could be mounted.
It was basically enacting doggy style. Henry knew this and volunteered. Obviously, seasoned veterans did not need all of the crude visuals. What mattered here were the white and black pulses that the pilots emitted. The pilot that was the Top emits the positive pulse, which is a white beam of energy, and the Bottom emits the negative pulse, which is black. The pilots' pulses needed to mesh together and synchronize properly to operate the big mech. It was mandatory. Because time was running out, Henry sighed deeply. "We should just settle this fairly. Whoever emits the most Black Pulse should be the top." he proposed. Jesse nodded his head in agreement. He was smirking however. It was clear that he felt he had this won already. He must have really loved competition. Henry sucked his teeth. He felt that this was a massive waste of time. Both recruits closed their eyes. To keep up with the analogue of doggystyle, the pilots were told to focus on their ass. Henry had the privilege of having his father and grandfather to guide him. He had been doing the image training since he was just 10.
Henry's pilot did not simply suit melt away to reveal a dark shadow of dark energy where his pink asshole would be. That was what Jesse's pilot suit did. That was really impressive for him. Now that it had come to this, it was very clear that Jesse had won the big contest. "I have the better Pulse. Let me be the Bottom now." Henry was taught from a young age not to be a sore loser. He was disappointed, but he was not going to protest. His level of Black Pulse was simply not enough to form a stable connection. Now, they were running out of time. He said "Let me switch to White Pulse." A pilot could only fire one Pulse at a time. Both pilots could potentially get up to a full 100 in either pulse. It took him time to diminish the Black Pulse he was emitting. When it was finished, he looked at the clock. Time was running out. When a Top pilot released their White Pulse, it came from the groin. It was said that every 4 notches of the meter gave the pilot a single cm. Having a White Pulse of 43 on the first try was very good. His pilot suit tented as the pulse was generated. He looked like he had an erection.
