Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

"Still no news." Tilan sat on the bed in the single dormitory, looking at the light blue projection screen in front of her.

She turned off the screen and lay on the bed, thinking about the changes in the past two weeks.

First of all, she had a full understanding of military life. Perhaps in order to show the discipline and strength of the soldiers, the reports in the news media were relatively one-sided, and rarely showed the atmosphere of life. But after getting along with each other for this period of time, although the training was strict, if it was during the rest time, it was similar to ordinary people, chatting and laughing, some liked to play games, some liked to eat delicious food, and so on.

Think about it carefully, if the high-pressure and tense environment is maintained all the time, let alone whether people will become mentally ill, accidents are very likely to happen in such a high-pressure environment, such as the ancient camp roar and mutiny.

The recruit training is over. Tonight she just transferred to the single dormitory of the actual combat camp. Tomorrow she will officially board the mecha. She is a little bit looking forward to it. After all, she is still very young and curious about many things she has never touched.

After a good night's sleep, the next morning.

In the lobby of the actual combat camp, Tilan and several newly reported pilots stood upright and reported according to the instructor's reading of their names.

"Very good, everyone is here." The instructor looked about 50 years old, but his actual age might be older. He was an elite pilot who had retired to the second line.

He glanced at the 20 people in front of him and slowly walked past each of them.

"Since you can stand here, you have all passed a strict review and were identified as talented people. But on the battlefield, it is not just about talent. Any lack of experience and poor thinking will lead to regretful failures."

"My duty is to fully impart the experience accumulated by these pioneers to you."

"This process is sacred and awe-inspiring. I don't want any of you to laugh or show contempt when I talk about these things. If you have any doubts, please raise your hand and ask loudly, instead of whispering below."

"Yes!"

"Now, follow me." After that, the instructor took everyone to a small classroom in the actual combat camp and began to teach the preparations before driving the mecha.

"The first is to check your own status, and the second is to check the status of the mecha. The latter will be a long familiarization process, so I won't talk about it today. I will only talk about the first part."

"Lack of sleep, insufficient nutrition, and unfamiliarity with the driving suit, many seemingly small details, will distract attention in a highly tense battle. Such interference factors should be avoided as much as possible."

...

After receiving the first part of the teaching, it was already noon, followed by a 40-minute meal break.

Sitting in the restaurant, the new pilots who participated in the training gathered together, and soon Tilan was asked about his name and situation.

"What? He actually joined the army halfway and directly entered the actual combat camp of elite pilots. Isn't this related?" Many people came here after strict training and elimination at the military academy, so they were naturally very dissatisfied.

…

“She is so beautiful, could it be that she was sent here because she fascinated some big shot? After all, the treatment for driving a mecha is the best among single soldiers.”

…

Tilan had been prepared for these rumors. She just lowered her head and ate silently. Maggie on the side couldn’t stand it anymore and stood up to defend her.

“What do you guys have to say about Hecate? She is just gifted. Besides, if she really wants to pursue treatment and enjoyment, who would come to the military camp? With her figure and appearance, she wouldn’t be too comfortable to be a little star. If you have the ability, drive the training machine and practice with me in the afternoon. If you can’t beat me, don’t talk nonsense.”

“Come on, you female gorilla.” Maggie was furious with this sentence. She almost rushed over to fight. Fortunately, the newcomers on the scene came over to persuade her to stop, and the matter was settled.

Fighting on the first day is not good. Even if it is not you, but someone of the same period, it will affect your reputation. Everyone wants to be assigned to a good mecha team in the future.

In the afternoon, the outdoor training ground of the actual combat camp.

This place is located outside the base, surrounded by barren ore surfaces, and there are many potholes around, which should be caused by shooting and fighting during past training.

Under the attention of the instructors and a group of students, the newcomers boarded the mecha one by one and began to adapt to the driving environment. Because most of them are military academy students, they can be said to be familiar with it. Only Tilan is the first time.

"You are Hecate, right? Your situation is quite special. Come to the simulation cabin here first." The instructor looked at the girl who looked a little quiet and weak, and asked her to sit in the simulation cockpit first.

"Haha, it really takes a long time to enter the simulation cabin first. I said who dares to let her enter the mecha for the first time, what if she goes crazy and cries and screams."

In response, Tilan just nodded in agreement, and then calmly sat in the white simulation cabin, then put on the helmet, leaned back on the seat, and soon the mechanical synthesized sound of AI sounded.

[Detect the driver entering, whether to start the simulated cockpit, yes/no]

[Yes]

[Start to fix the driver, please relax and lean back]

Then the seat starts to adjust automatically, and the fixing devices extend from Tilan's waist, shoulders, and thighs. Then mechanical arms similar to armrests extend from both sides to hold the girl's arms and fix her wrists, so that she can move her arms and drive the mechanical armrests on her side without shaking her arms during high-speed movement and turning.

[The neural connection device is activated, please pay attention to your own feelings and gradually synchronize the neural signals]

The interface on the back of the chair was connected to the driving suit, and then the signal began to transmit. Tilan only felt a faint coolness and a slight electric current tingling from the spine of the driving suit. After that, according to the instructions, she slowly adapted herself to the new nerve signal and let the perception slowly extend along the spine. Then she felt as if she had an extra part of her body.

[Detecting the state of neural synchronization...]

[Neural synchronization rate 96%, no abnormal reaction, evaluation: extremely excellent]

...

Ten minutes later, the simulated driving ended and Tilan walked out of the cabin.

At this time, the trainees in the training ground looked at her in shock, as if they were looking at some strange creature. Some people even opened their mouths and whispered, "How is this possible? Is she still a human?"

Although the instructor was also surprised, he still maintained his calm expression.

"How do you feel now? Do you feel nauseous, tired, dizzy or other discomfort?"

Tilan tilted her head and thought for a while, "It seems not."

"Really?" The instructor confirmed again.

"This..." Tilan was very confident at first, but when she saw that everyone felt that she should be a little uncomfortable, she also became a little suspicious.

"I don't think so." She pressed her fingers lightly on her forehead and closed her eyes to check herself. Everything was normal.

"It is indeed normal."

"In that case, you will start to study in the training machine like everyone else today."

Before she could ask everyone why they were surprised, Tilan boarded the training machine on the side of the hall again and started it.

Unlike the previous simulation cabin, the neural signals connected this time fed back a more real "body", and then the inner wall of the spherical cockpit began to display the surrounding environment, as if she was not sitting in the cockpit, but sitting in a transparent sphere, looking at the outside world.

With the prompt of the mechanical synthesized sound, Tilan began to let the mecha take the first step.

Well, it was a little shaking, maybe the movement was not right.

...

Now I am a little used to it, and my arms can move freely.

…

After walking out of the tall warehouse, Tilan drove the mecha step by step to the outdoors. There was dry wind and sand outside. On the ground covered with brown rock soil, large mechas about 60 meters high walked out slowly, like giants.

Soon, these giants started to move. Some of them began to try to speed up their pace, and then made various movements, rolling, sliding, spinning, kicking, etc.

The mecha driven by Tilan followed behind the crowd like a child who had just entered kindergarten. The movements were a little clumsy and very unfamiliar.

"But she adapted very quickly." The instructor standing on the high tower overlooked the situation below and communicated with his colleagues beside him.

"Is this child really driving a mecha for the first time? I don't see any record in her file." The technical officer on the side looked at the table projected in front of him.

"Yes, no wonder she was suddenly able to join the training class."

"This will be the seedling of an ace pilot. Such a high synchronization rate means that her reaction speed, sensitivity, and the refinement of her movements are far superior to ordinary pilots."

"And she is also very strong and can adapt to the extremely high-power mecha power furnace."

The whole afternoon, the trainees were adapting to the operation of the training machine and gradually became proficient in it. After that, the instructor released the flight authority. Some trainees turned on the mecha jet power system and began to try more difficult movements. Even without any weapons, a 60-meter-high behemoth can easily penetrate hills and rocks and break steel buildings by relying on its own mass. The raised fist, with the help of the acceleration device, brought about a strong wind that roared like thunder and broke countless stones on the wasteland.

In the cockpit, Tilan sat back in the chair, her eyes slightly raised, scanning the data interface above her field of vision, gradually speeding up the mecha, and began to run on the ground. At first, her posture was a little awkward, but as she continued to move, she slowly found the most suitable movements and amplitudes for exerting force, and the manipulation of the mecha became easier and more flexible.

If ordinary people drive mechas like wearing thick fur gloves, then Tilan directly uses her fingers to move, and can clearly sense the surface of the objects she touches, and perceive the roughness, moisture, particles, etc., which allows her to drive the mecha and stab the predetermined target with weapons without too much training.

For most drivers, a synchronization rate of 40% is qualified. After a long period of training, they can use various weapons from the mecha and react flexibly. When it reaches 60%, it is a top-level driver, who can perform various difficult and refined movements, and greatly enhance the mecha's ability in close combat. Whether it is dodging, moving, or attacking, it is faster than ordinary people, forming a crushing advantage.

As for those with a synchronization rate of more than 70%, there have been few in history. The highest record currently existing in the Federation is the hero who drove the Flame Gun in the early Sixth Era. His neural synchronization rate reached 87%. This allowed him to reach the threshold of Sequence 10 in the record after synchronizing and resonating with the Sequence 9 ‘God-like Machine’ he was driving, and then he shot through the weak ‘Black Sun’ to kill the gods.

So, when the students saw Tilan’s extremely abnormal synchronization rate data, they were incredulous and thought she was some kind of ‘monster’. Many people thought that there was something wrong with this data, which might be caused by the inaccurate simulation of the cockpit, but even so, it showed that she had a special talent.

In the evening, the trainees who had completed training drove their respective mechas back to the warehouse. Tilan also walked out of the cockpit. She held a helmet in one hand and jumped off the mecha lightly with her hands and feet. She stood on the stretched out bridge and looked back. Outlook.

The white training machine standing quietly does not have much decoration. Tilan standing in front of it is not as long as one finger of the mecha. If the mecha were replaced by a real person, Tilan would only be as big as the giant's little finger.

If you were standing at the foot of the mecha, you would probably have to raise your head, raise your head, and raise your head again to barely see the head.

Thinking about how such a huge mecha was made, Tilan returned to the training ground hall.

The instructor first pointed out some omissions and shortcomings he saw in the afternoon, then gave some tips on driving, and finally announced the disbandment.

"Hecate, you stay."

"Oh, okay." Tilan, who was about to go back to take a shower, stopped.

He and the instructor came to a corner of the training hall. The other person asked him to sit down, and then asked Tilan about his driving experience.

"Overall, I'm quite adaptable, and there's nothing too difficult to understand." After all, an afternoon is not long, and Tilan is starting from scratch, and has not yet been exposed to any difficult controls.

"It's good if you don't feel any discomfort." The instructor wanted to teach some techniques to enhance the synchronization rate in a short period of time as before, but stopped when he reached his mouth. It seemed that his experience did not apply to the extremely talented girl in front of him.

"If you don't understand, ask me again. Go back and rest today."

"Yes." Tilan then bent down to salute and returned to her dormitory.

Seeing the girl walking away, the technical officer who had been talking to the instructor came over again.

"I just extracted her driving information."

"Then what." Seeing that there was no follow-up, the instructor was quite puzzled.

"No, someone has already blocked it in advance, reminding me that I don't have enough permissions to view it." The technical officer held the coffee and blew slightly.

"It is estimated that in two days, you will also be interviewed and told not to publicize her specialness."

"It attracted the attention of the superiors so quickly." The instructor sighed with emotion.

"Perhaps they knew about it in the first place, otherwise they wouldn't have let a person with no driving experience come to such an advanced training camp so suddenly and join the army halfway."

"There are many places where the Federation can train mecha pilots, but the Eighth Fleet has the most test projects. Many new technologies, new weapons, and new mechas are tested and improved here."

"In fact, in theory, it is possible to create more powerful and advanced mechas, but such things are beyond the scope of normal people being able to drive them. Can you imagine sitting in the center of a nuclear explosion and operating a mecha? The energy output has exceeded The range that an individual can bear.”

"The energy and weapon power of large starships far exceed those of mechas. However, because they are huge and bulky, it is difficult to carry out a variety of tactical changes. There is no need to think about dodge. We can only use barriers and armor to resist."

"The mecha's flexibility allows it to penetrate into a very close range of a large starship, and the opponent will be helpless against it, just like an elephant facing a mouse in a chess game."

"An ace pilot who drives a top-notch mecha brings extremely high battlefield value. This is also the pinnacle of extraordinary people's individual combat effectiveness in this era."

"So I can imagine that this training ground will be busy soon." He drank the slightly cooled coffee.

"That's for sure." The instructor nodded slightly.

"I don't know how many faction bosses are eyeing this ace talent. It would be a great honor and great honor if he could recruit his own troops."

"Now is not a time of peace. It is foreseeable that the importance of the military will become more and more important in the future. There may be a war to be fought. All forces are strengthening their influence in the military. Even an old man like me who is about to retire, I have received invitations from several private security contracting companies, asking me to work with them as an instructor to cultivate talents after I retire.”

"For us, it's half good news." The technical officer put down his cup.

"After all, being taken seriously is better than staying at the base and practicing all your life. Those who were strong in the military in the past were worried that they had no military merit to earn."

"Sometimes I am very contradictory. I hope that what I have learned will be valued and can be used in the war, but I am afraid of the cruelty brought by the war. I am unlucky and die in it before realizing my ambition."

"The corruption problem of the Federation has gradually become apparent. I only hope that it can be reborn from the ashes this time. Although it has shortcomings, without the Federation, I am afraid that human civilization will fall into hundreds of thousands of years of internal strife and disputes."

"It's useless for you to ask these questions. It depends on those politicians, those singers who can really influence and control the upper class, and see what they think." The instructor picked up the hat from the table and put it on, stood up and left.

"I'm old, and teaching these students well will be my last duty."