"What sort of tests are we doing today?" Jack Verse asked, toweling his hair dry.

"Just some speed trials, Soldat Verse," the engineer said, waiting patiently for the test pilot to get ready.

Once Jack was ready, he was driven to the hangar where his GiNN was waiting to perform the day's tests. Several other GiNNs stood around the hangar being worked on, but the GiNN Assault Type was already prepared, given maintenance before other suits due to its testing significance. Jack climbed into his suit's cockpit, starting it up quickly.

"Soldat Striker, we want to get an idea of how quick the GiNN Assault Type runs compared to the standard model," one of the researches said over the radio. "No weapons for right now, so just move onto the testing ground and we'll get started."

"Roger that," Jack acknowledged with a nod.

The bulky GiNN marched out of the hangar and onto what looked, to Jack's amusement, like a giant school track. Thick white lines had been painted on the ground in rows as wide as a ZuOOt for the GiNNs to run on. Shoving his humor aside, Jack walked over to one of the rows and awaited instructions.

"Just run from here to the end of the track, Striker," the researcher said. "The instruments are waiting."

It was rather boring duty, Jack thought as he ran down the track, but he supposed it was all necessary to the success of the project. The cockpit jostled with each step, but Jack barely noticed. Minutes later, he crossed over the white line and brought his GiNN to a halt.

"Good work, Soldat," the researcher praised. "Go back to the starting line and wait for my instructions."

When the GiNN Assault Type turned around, Jack saw a standard GiNN standing at the starting line, presumably to see how the two models compared in a straight-up foot race. The two suits moved into position, moving only when given the signal to go by the project staff. As expected, the standard GiNN quickly outpaced the Assault Type, crossing the finish line more than a minute before Jack.

"Good, good. Return to the starting line if you please, Soldat."

Jack continued to race against the standard-model GiNNs for hours, sometimes winning, usually losing. By the end of the trials, Jack was half-asleep from doing nothing but running.

"Excellent work, pilots," the head researcher announced. "We've gotten some excellent data. You're all dismissed."

Outcome: Draw
Jack Verse: 5 Xp, Repairing 1