First Transformation.

"Neural what?" As she asked, a tiny robotic arm swiveled around from some hidden compartment on a rail and pushed her into the seat. A belt was strapped on and mostly prevented her from moving. The tiny arm was stronger than it looked as it forced her right hand down and a bar locked it next to her chair followed by the left hand. "STOP IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Installation initiated. Would the Full Moon like a pain suppressant?"

"WHAT?"

"I'll take that as a yes-yes-yes."

A sudden sharp pain hit the back of Anna's neck. It left as quickly as it had hit her. She could feel movement behind her head but she couldn't tell what was going on. What sounded like a shaver whirred on for a moment and then shut off.

"Did you just shave some of my hair off!"

*BOOM*

An explosion hit nearby. More enemy robots were coming for Anna.

"Plea-lea-lease sit still. This is a delicate operation."

"I CAN'T MOVE!"

All Anna could do was watch the screen outside. The voice said that the mech had a self-defense program running. Would it really keep her safe, she wondered.

Outside, at least five robots were headed toward her. Anna thought to mention that fact, but before she could, the screen started moving. It looked like the mech was running, but she couldn't feel any of the footsteps. It was smooth as if it were floating.

"Almost d-d-done."

The three closest robots began firing off shots. Explosions started hitting all around. For some reason, it looks like they get close, but then the explosion seems to land far away. Then, one of the red balls came directly toward the screen. Before Anna could close her eyes, the mech's hand held out an open palm. Just before the moment of impact, the hand contorted until it looked like it was as twisted as a screw. The red ball touched the tip of the mech fingers and rolled down the back of the hand. Before it could reach the base of the wrist, the entire arm had thrust the ball off far into the distance.

"It's deflecting the red balls. How?" Anna asked out loud.

"With the right current of electricity flow-ow-owing throughout the outer skeleton, this mech can avoid "Poping" the dead-dead-dealy projectile. Even the enemy themselves can't do that. Only the Werewolf Protocol-ol-ol is capable of such a feat."

Anna looked to the left side of the screen. As if the mech knew what she was looking at, the screen centered on her target. She was looking at a small group of people shooting at the robots chasing her. Before she could even ask, the voice responded.

"No. We can't help them in our current predicamen-men-ment. Once this final chip is installed, you could be the one to..."

"To what?" Anna asked, but got no reply.

Curious about this newfound ability to control the camera, she wanted to know what was in front of them. The camera had only been facing backward while they ran. She wanted to know where they were headed. The screen rotated and showed the back of an army. An army of enemy robots. Literal rows, marching through a desolated city.

"What are you doing? If you run into that I'll get killed for sure!"

"I have-have-have an idea. They arent all robot. We can trick them."

The robots firing from behind never seemed to stop, but the explosions were not attracting the attention of the army in front. When we were close, the mech seemed to stumble and just barely grab the foot of one of the robots on the rear line. The camera swiveled around and showed the robot doing a full turn so it could look down at us. The hand of Anna's mech was reaching out as if asking for help. The enemy robot tilted back to get a good look at the enemy fliers, who probably stopped firing due to the proximity to allies. However, their gun barrels were still heated from firing multiple shots each. The robot above Anna tapped its neighbors and pointed at the flying units. A shrill screech alerted the entire army to the presence of the fliers. Every gun in the ground unit was pointed at the fliers. In response, the fliers pointed their guns at the ground units.

"What's going on? Are they about to fight each other? Can't they just use some kind of communication to say they aren't the enemy?"

"No-no-no... They can't. The Werewolf Protocol actually severs communication at a short range."

"Like, how short?"

"Seven point five light-years."

"Light y... How is that short?"

"Compared to the empire's reach, that is very-very-very short. By the way, I'm finished. You should be able to pilot this mech now. I still have some systems to boot up and install, but you should be fine on your own-own-own for now."

The clamps holding Anna's hands down were released. Her hands seemed to move on their own and she began to push seemingly nonsensical button combinations. More sounds from the mech echoed outward. A symbol on the screen showed a picture of the mech and what it looked like. Portions of the image were in yellow and had indications of missing armor. Words appeared on the central screen.

Transformation Initiated.

Anna took control of the two odd joysticks and started pushing buttons with her feet. She pressed on a pedal and moved one joystick, causing the mech to stand up. She met with the robot in front of her, face to face, so to speak. Her mech stepped back with one foot and lurched its back away from the robot in front. Anna could hear more movement throughout the mech. It began to shift and change, groan and creak. The final sounds were almost eerie. As multiple metal parts slid in unison, the moans of it sounded like a massive pack of wolves.

Standing up and straightening out, Anna's screen was much higher above the head of the enemy robot in front of her now. The image of the mech on the HUD was now skinny and tall. Though, it still looked bulbous.

As if Anna was pre-programmed, she knew exactly what she wanted to do in that instant. The controls were extensions of her body. The robot in front moved its hand ever so slightly, initiating Anna's plan.