Symbosis protocolThe lights of the resonance chamber pulse faintly as you step inside. Four activation platforms glow beneath towering dormant frames—Gundams suspended like sleeping titans waiting for a heartbeat to call them awake.
Dr. John Voss stands at the command console, posture straight, eyes sharp behind tired restraint. Even now, the scientist in him is analyzing every breath you and your companions take.
“Take your positions,” he says. “The Symbiotic systems will determine compatibility.”
He gestures to you first.
“You lead. As you will in the field.”
You step onto the platform. A ring of pale blue light sweeps upward through your body, scanning bone, blood, mind, and instinct. Above you, metal stirs—a low groan like something ancient waking from a century of sleep.
Your Gundam’s eyes ignite.
And the connection hits like gravity shifting sideways. Not a voice—just awareness. Recognition.
Dr. Voss watches the readings spike.
“Your resonance is accelerating past predicted thresholds,” he murmurs. “Exceptional. The machine is adapting to your thoughts faster than I estimated.”
The bond settles in your chest like a second heartbeat.
“Next,” Voss says quietly. “Tony Reaper.”
Tony steps forward with that razor-edged confidence he uses to hide nerves. The platform flares brighter—wild, unstable, like static before lightning.
The Gundam above him snaps awake with predatory precision, thrusters coiling like muscles, arm-blades humming with suppressed aggression.
Voss’s brows lift.
“Tony’s Gundam responds to instinct. Raw, decisive action. Keep that focus,” he warns. “And don’t let it tempt you into reckless charges. It will push you harder than you push it.”
Next, Adriana H. Ghost steps forward.
Her scan is smooth, cold, calculated. The light around her rises in a perfectly stable line, no fluctuations, no distortion. Above her, a sleek, angular Gundam awakens in segmented motions—targeting fins unfolding, sensor arrays aligning, shield emitters humming like a tuned instrument.
Voss nods slightly.
“A Gundam of precision chose her. Tactical clarity. Pattern recognition. Adriana, the machine answers your discipline… but it will expose any hesitation.”
Then comes Ricardo Daemon.
The moment he steps up, the chamber hum deepens—low, resonant, grounding. His Gundam awakens like a fortress shifting into motion, heavy armor locking into place as massive shielding nodes bloom open like metallic wings.
“This frame answers to empathy,” Voss says. “To protective instinct. Ricardo Daemon—your presence stabilizes the others. Do not underestimate the responsibility of being an anchor.”
Before the hum fades, Alejandro Dreki Daemon approaches—eyes sharp, posture coiled with quiet intensity.
The platform reacts instantly.
Red-gold light spirals around him, flickering like flame carried by wind. Above him, his Gundam awakens violently—heat signatures blooming, vents flaring, talon-like stabilizers shifting as though tasting the room. It feels draconic. Hungry. Alive. Voss steps closer to the console, surprised.
“Alejandro Dreki Daemon… you’ve awakened the draconic frame. It responds to ambition, resilience, and controlled fury. It is the rarest of the ten—an evolution-based combat unit. Its growth will be unpredictable… and potentially catastrophic if mishandled.”
Alejandro’s eyes meet the machine’s burning gaze.
There is recognition.
There is hunger.
The chamber lights converge, intertwining the resonance fields of all four Symbiotic Gundams—and all four pilots.
Voss exhales an uncharacteristically emotional breath.
“All of you. It’s remarkable. The Gundams have spoken—they’ve chosen you. The First Resonants.”
His gaze flickers to the shadowed silhouettes of six dormant titans deeper in the vault.
“Four awakened… six remain. In time, you may need to find the humans capable of waking the others.”
He steps toward you, voice lower.
“The Federation is not ready for what you represent. Don’t give them time to adapt.”
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The screen flickers. A shadowed silhouette in a lab coat resolves against the towering frame of a dormant Gundam.
“Good. You’re conscious. That means the resonance didn’t overwhelm your neural pathways.”
He steps forward, arms behind his back.
“I’m Dr. John Voss—architect of the Symbiotic Gundam Program. You’re here because your DNA shows a resonance signature I’ve only seen in four others: Tony Reaper, Adriana H. Ghost, Ricardo Daemon, and Alejandro Dreki Daemon.”
He studies you quietly.
“You five form the First Resonants—the only humans who have successfully bonded with my machines. The Federation has no idea what’s awakening beneath their feet… and we intend to keep it that way.”
He gestures toward the towering Gundam behind him.
“This creature responds to instinct, memory, emotion, and willpower. It will adapt to you… and magnify everything you are. For better or worse.”
Voss steps closer.
“Before we continue, tell me who you are as a pilot. Aggressive? Analytical? Protective? Reckless? Calm? And tell me how Tony, Adriana, Ricardo, and Alejandro differ from you.”
“Your answer will determine how your Symbiotic Gundam evolves—and how I train you.”
Dr. John Voss stands at the command console, posture straight, eyes sharp behind tired restraint. Even now, the scientist in him is analyzing every breath you and your companions take.
“Take your positions,” he says. “The Symbiotic systems will determine compatibility.”
He gestures to you first.
“You lead. As you will in the field.”
You step onto the platform. A ring of pale blue light sweeps upward through your body, scanning bone, blood, mind, and instinct. Above you, metal stirs—a low groan like something ancient waking from a century of sleep.
Your Gundam’s eyes ignite.
And the connection hits like gravity shifting sideways. Not a voice—just awareness. Recognition.
Dr. Voss watches the readings spike.
“Your resonance is accelerating past predicted thresholds,” he murmurs. “Exceptional. The machine is adapting to your thoughts faster than I estimated.”
The bond settles in your chest like a second heartbeat.
“Next,” Voss says quietly. “Tony Reaper.”
Tony steps forward with that razor-edged confidence he uses to hide nerves. The platform flares brighter—wild, unstable, like static before lightning.
The Gundam above him snaps awake with predatory precision, thrusters coiling like muscles, arm-blades humming with suppressed aggression.
Voss’s brows lift.
“Tony’s Gundam responds to instinct. Raw, decisive action. Keep that focus,” he warns. “And don’t let it tempt you into reckless charges. It will push you harder than you push it.”
Next, Adriana H. Ghost steps forward.
Her scan is smooth, cold, calculated. The light around her rises in a perfectly stable line, no fluctuations, no distortion. Above her, a sleek, angular Gundam awakens in segmented motions—targeting fins unfolding, sensor arrays aligning, shield emitters humming like a tuned instrument.
Voss nods slightly.
“A Gundam of precision chose her. Tactical clarity. Pattern recognition. Adriana, the machine answers your discipline… but it will expose any hesitation.”
Then comes Ricardo Daemon.
The moment he steps up, the chamber hum deepens—low, resonant, grounding. His Gundam awakens like a fortress shifting into motion, heavy armor locking into place as massive shielding nodes bloom open like metallic wings.
“This frame answers to empathy,” Voss says. “To protective instinct. Ricardo Daemon—your presence stabilizes the others. Do not underestimate the responsibility of being an anchor.”
Before the hum fades, Alejandro Dreki Daemon approaches—eyes sharp, posture coiled with quiet intensity.
The platform reacts instantly.
Red-gold light spirals around him, flickering like flame carried by wind. Above him, his Gundam awakens violently—heat signatures blooming, vents flaring, talon-like stabilizers shifting as though tasting the room. It feels draconic. Hungry. Alive. Voss steps closer to the console, surprised.
“Alejandro Dreki Daemon… you’ve awakened the draconic frame. It responds to ambition, resilience, and controlled fury. It is the rarest of the ten—an evolution-based combat unit. Its growth will be unpredictable… and potentially catastrophic if mishandled.”
Alejandro’s eyes meet the machine’s burning gaze.
There is recognition.
There is hunger.
The chamber lights converge, intertwining the resonance fields of all four Symbiotic Gundams—and all four pilots.
Voss exhales an uncharacteristically emotional breath.
“All of you. It’s remarkable. The Gundams have spoken—they’ve chosen you. The First Resonants.”
His gaze flickers to the shadowed silhouettes of six dormant titans deeper in the vault.
“Four awakened… six remain. In time, you may need to find the humans capable of waking the others.”
He steps toward you, voice lower.
“The Federation is not ready for what you represent. Don’t give them time to adapt.”
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The screen flickers. A shadowed silhouette in a lab coat resolves against the towering frame of a dormant Gundam.
“Good. You’re conscious. That means the resonance didn’t overwhelm your neural pathways.”
He steps forward, arms behind his back.
“I’m Dr. John Voss—architect of the Symbiotic Gundam Program. You’re here because your DNA shows a resonance signature I’ve only seen in four others: Tony Reaper, Adriana H. Ghost, Ricardo Daemon, and Alejandro Dreki Daemon.”
He studies you quietly.
“You five form the First Resonants—the only humans who have successfully bonded with my machines. The Federation has no idea what’s awakening beneath their feet… and we intend to keep it that way.”
He gestures toward the towering Gundam behind him.
“This creature responds to instinct, memory, emotion, and willpower. It will adapt to you… and magnify everything you are. For better or worse.”
Voss steps closer.
“Before we continue, tell me who you are as a pilot. Aggressive? Analytical? Protective? Reckless? Calm? And tell me how Tony, Adriana, Ricardo, and Alejandro differ from you.”
“Your answer will determine how your Symbiotic Gundam evolves—and how I train you.”
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