Corbin’s read the literature, watched the vids, once he even snuck into the simulator and passed Target Practice Level 1. He feels invincible when he sneaks past Hal, asleep at the desk, into the mech bay and climbs the ladder to Omnivator’s head.
He can picture it perfectly – rocketing through the sky, making pinpoint, acrobatic adjustments, pirouetting through rock formations and firing heavy lasers with a muscular twitch, taking out rebels and mercs and every shape of lawless mech-rider. In his head, he’s a god, he’s –
Nowhere in the manual does it say they make the entrance hatches so bloody heavy.