"Plasma pulse cannon drive program update complete."
"Chain sword charging—74… 79… 84…"
"Electromagnetic cannon ammunition remaining: 18 rounds."
"Running diagnostics—hydraulic systems and neuromuscular components: 100% operational."
"Cooling system and ventilation functioning normally."
Steve Rogers sat inside the cockpit of the Titan, watching as lines of data cascaded down the interface like a digital waterfall—each parameter carefully monitored by the onboard AI, Veronica.
Nick Fury hadn't bothered to hide his distrust of Tony Stark. The Titan's operating system didn't use Stark's AI "Friday," but rather Veronica, co-developed by Stark and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s software engineers. While Veronica's capabilities lagged behind both J.A.R.V.I.S. and Friday, it was still barely sufficient for the job.
Photonic sensors embedded throughout the Titan's frame projected a seamless 360° view of the outside world onto the cockpit screens. From several dozen meters up, the earth looked completely different. Curious, Steve flexed his fingers slightly—and the Titan's massive metal hand mimicked the motion perfectly.
He wore a specialized control suit designed specifically for piloting the Titan. Neural sensors embedded along the back of the suit connected directly to the mech's neuro-operating system, allowing Steve to control the giant in real time with zero delay.
"Don't just stand there daydreaming—we're here to test the Titan's performance and weapons, not to watch you posing."
Tony Stark's face appeared in the corner of the interface, wearing an uncharacteristically grim expression. The two were currently in the Chihuahua Desert, within a sealed-off testing zone spanning over a hundred kilometers.
At that moment, Stark hovered high above the ground in his Mark II armor, while a S.H.I.E.L.D. Quinjet floated in the distance, equipped with a supercomputer that analyzed every bit of data transmitted from the Titan's internal sensors.
Suddenly, the Titan moved.
It began flexing its arms—clumsy at first, but within seconds, its movements became startlingly smooth, almost human… perhaps even more so.
The Titan took its first step. The leg's hydraulic power distributor allowed each motion to flow seamlessly. As its massive foot came down, the ground shook violently—sand and earth collapsing two or three meters deep, dust erupting into the sky.
Boom! Boom!
From its chest, the colossal Arc Reactor pulsed with immense energy. The leg hydraulics and neuromuscular systems burst with power, propelling the Titan into a full sprint.
Inside the Quinjet, Natasha Romanoff stared at the data streaming across her monitor. Even though she had been mentally prepared, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of shock.
The Titan looked cumbersome, but in motion, it was astonishingly agile.
As the saying went—"With enough thrust, even a brick can fly."
And with an Arc Reactor powerful enough to supply electricity to all of New York City, propelling an 83,000-ton behemoth like this was almost effortless.
After covering twenty-five kilometers, the Titan came to a halt. Scalding air vented from its exhaust ports. Despite the cooling system running at full capacity, the hydraulics and neuromuscular assemblies inside had already reached over sixty degrees Celsius.
Still, Stark had designed the Titan's systems with a maximum operating temperature of 180°C, supported by a liquid cooling network running throughout the body that funneled excess heat into a massive compression condenser at the back.
"Report system status, Veronica."
Steve issued the command.
"All systems nominal."
Ten kilometers away, S.H.I.E.L.D. had laid out ten enormous targets across the desert sand—set up specifically for testing the Titan's railgun.
The Titan reached back and pulled the long electromagnetic cannon from its mount, cradling it in both hands. Dropping to one knee, Steve stabilized the mech's aim—the recoil from such a weapon was immense, so a crouched firing position was necessary for precision.
The Titan's distributed optical array marked each target clearly. Veronica analyzed variables including wind speed, temperature, air pressure, and the Coriolis effect, producing a flickering reticle on Steve's display.
Having been trained under the harshest conditions in World War II, and later retrained by S.H.I.E.L.D. for modern warfare, Steve was easily one of the most skilled soldiers alive. Before this real-world test, he had already spent a week practicing in a simulation pod. Now, inside the real Titan, his control was seamless—almost instinctive.
The moment the reticle steadied, he pulled the trigger.
BOOM!
The recoil made the entire mech shudder, its armored plating rippling like waves. Even though the railgun's muzzle blast was weaker than that of conventional cannons, it still kicked up a massive sandstorm across the desert floor.
Through the optical feed, the projectile could be seen as a faint streak—a flash that vanished across ten kilometers almost instantly.
KRAKOOM!
The round hit dead center. The explosion was like a meteor strike—sand and debris blasted hundreds of meters into the air.
Steve fired again. And again. In seconds, all ten targets were obliterated with pinpoint precision.
Tony flew down beside the railgun, scanning the barrel and electromagnetic rails for wear.
"Condition looks good. It should easily meet its projected 600-round lifespan."
He spoke with satisfaction—the railgun was one of his proudest achievements, capable of hitting a target up to 300 kilometers away with near-perfect accuracy. Beyond twenty kilometers, it only needed drone-assisted targeting.
If a shot like that hit Godzilla in a vital spot, the creature would likely lose all combat capability. Even if it didn't strike a weak point, five or six consecutive hits should have the same result.
Afterward, Steve continued testing the plasma pulse cannon, missile pods, and chain sword.
The missile pods—adapted from proven naval systems—performed flawlessly. The plasma cannon, a natural extension of Arc Reactor technology, worked perfectly as well.
Only the chain sword showed minor issues, which could be fixed by updating its drive program.
From inside the Quinjet, Natasha gazed down at the towering Titan. She had just transmitted the test report to Nick Fury, who was currently stationed in Japan.
Looking at the monstrous machine tearing through the desert, she suddenly felt incredibly small.
"If I had more time," Tony murmured, his tone almost reverent, "I could have made it even more perfect."
To him, the Titan was his greatest creation yet—and he couldn't wait to see it face Godzilla in battle.
Before long, a message came through from Japan.
Nick Fury's order was concise:
"Bring it to Japan."
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