Jumping straight into it was what Henri wanted to do. That was clearly not the case for his partner. When Henri said that, Adam blinked and rubbed his head. He then frowned and pointed at Henri. Henri was startled by the very sudden gesture. It caught him off guard. He even pointed at himself. "Wait a damn minute here. Why do you get to rush me all of a sudden?" the slacker accused. It was not what the redhead wanted to do. "There's no need to rush this, right!? It's not like we have to jump at it right away and fuck it up. I think we should take it slow on our first time. We have 3 whole minutes to get all this done, right!?" he asked. Henri could not understand the sudden reservation now of all times. Adam had made it clear himself when he offered to pair up with. It really did not make much sense to him at all, but he did not need the tense Adam to blow up at him. The whole point of this was to cooperate here to get the Shine to work. "Sorry about that. I'm going to get started on the bed then. Join me when you feel up to it." he said. Inspecting their bed, it looked pretty comfortable.
Very clearly, nerves were eating at Adam. That was not good. "You can do it if you put your mind to it. Just take deep breaths." Henri offered. "I know all that! Shut up, will you!?" was the response he got back. Henri could at least start his preparations for his role. 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 of 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 the jointly created augmented reality. They were taught to get on their hands and knees so they could be mounted. It was basically enacting sex in doggy style. Henri thought that it was a bit embarrassing. All the boys except Fabien did. They all were hormonal teenage boys after all. Henri in particular was not sure if he wanted to let himself be mounted. If it was by some of the boys in his squad, he might just actually lash out at them for it.
Obviously, seasoned veterans did not need all of the crude visuals. What mattered here were the white and black pulses that both the pilots emitted. The pilot that was the Top emits their positive pulse, which is a white beam of energy, and the Bottom emits their 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 slowly but surely running out on the session, Henrii sighed deeply. He got on all fours and began to focus on emitting the negative pulse. Henri's pilot suit did not melt away to reveal a dark shadow of dark energy where his pink asshole would be. It was a problem. That was what was supposed to happen for proper synchronization with his partner. Instead, he was simply in his black boxer briefs. He was a little disappointed, but he was not going to protest the result after straining for a few seconds. There was no improvement. His level of Black Pulse was clearly not enough to form a stable connection. They were running out of time. Henri said "Use White Pulse."
