Taking the Controls

My fingers twitched, snapping firmly around the cockpit control bar. I opened my eyes. Solid ground below, or rather, a soft blue expanse under these mechanical feet. Behind me rested a massive plush figure. I didn't wait. I engaged my arms, gripping the bar harder and nudging the mech's right mechanical wrist until the blocky white fist clicked into place. The machine responded cleanly. This post is secured, and I am in full command.