The Mech Touch

d. ” He concluded.
The inferiority gnawed at him.
He already had a taste of how formidable the exclusive knowledge could be manifested when he faced all of those elite graduates in the Young Tigers Exhibition.
Ves practically lucked out in reaching the finals, but he hit a solid wall in the form of Edwin McKinney.

Despite their similar ages, the mere difference in where they studied proved to be a decisive factor in how far they could go.
A diploma from the Rittersberg University of Technology was worth less than the toilet paper of any of the Friday Coalition ’s vaunted universities.

”If I can ’t catch up to my rivals in terms of skills, I can forget about participating in Leemar. ”

With that thought, Ves decisively tweaked his online sales page.
He left the prices the same but he did load his customized design into the game and put it on sale.

[CA-1CD Marc Antony, Male Variant]

Tier: 5-star

Base Model: Caesar Augustus CA-1

Purchase Price: 900,000 gold

Premium Price: 27,500 bright credits

The prices Ves charges were very generous and did not lose out to any other 5-star mechs.
He elegantly attached the moniker of ’Male Variant ’ to the design, as if he simply meant to distinguish it from his genderless model.
It sure sounded classier than the alternatives he came up with, such as ’Bling Edition ’ or ’Biggus Dickus ’.

”Well, let ’s get you to work.
I expect a lot of sales from you while the hype still lasts. ” He said to his latest product on sale, feeling a bit like a pimp pushing his whore to the streets.

He closed the terminal and left the cabin along with an impatient Dietrich.
They navigated the gently illuminated halls with their carpets and artwork until they finally reached one of the observatory areas at the top of the ship.

A handful of other passengers stood around or sat at the many benches.
They all gazed at the orbital space station spinning above Bentheim ’s chaotic surface.
Their smug faces and low conversations made it clear that they did not hold much sympathy.

They were like gods sneering over the trials and tribulations of the mortals suffering beneath their feet.

Though Ves disliked such attitudes, there was no point coming into conflict with them.
From their fancy suits and dresses, he gathered that they could easily crush him by their net worths alone.

”A lot of people are running away. ” Dietrich huffed as he scratched his stubble.
”Can ’t say I blame them.
If you have the money, why not move to somewhere better? Hey, will you move as well if you make it into the big leagues? ”

Ves shook his head as he admired the jewel of a planet underneath his feet.
”The Republic is my home.
It doesn ’t feel right abandoning my homeland. ”

Frankly, the System was a cheat.
Any ordinary mech designer had to seek apprenticeships from masters living in more developed states.
As for him, as long as he kept selling mechs he ’d earn enough DP to develop his chosen skills.
He enjoyed an incredible luxury over his fellow designers that allowed him to avoid pledging his loyalty to a greater party.

Every passenger and all their cargo finished boarding the passenger ship.
The mighty Torch slowly lumbered into life as a fraction of its powerful engines started to detach the ship from the space station.
Escorted and helped along by a couple of tugs, the spaceship headed straight towards a Lagrange point, skipping past many smaller vessels along the way.

”All that money sure is well-spent.
Evidently our ship is important enough to skip the queue. ”

Faster than Ves had thought, the Torch reached the approximate area where gravity allowed the ship to jump into FTL.
With a disembodying zip, the vessel emerged into the swirling confusion of physics referred to simply as FTL space.
The scientists had a proper name for it, but no one cared.

”Right, the show ’s over.
This is going to take a while.
Let ’s go grab some drinks. ”

Ves didn ’t decline Dietrich ’s invitation.
He had a long month ahead of him and he could use some relaxation before he started to go to work.
He wanted to use his time well and prepare as best he could for Leemar.

Still, internally he felt insecure.
No Master Mech Designers were willing to waste their valuable time instructing an average apprentice.
They presided over major organisations that allowed them the pick the cream of the crop.
Most masters adopted promising geniuses when they just started their studies into mech design, sometimes even earlier.

To a master, an apprenticeship represented more than a simple exchange of knowledge.
A good apprentice carried the name and reputation of his master as he exercised skills derived from his master ’s unique insights.
Thus, a meticulous master was said to emphasize the teaching of their design philosophy.

As Ves followed Dietrich to the entertainment section of the ship, he wondered what his philosophy consisted of.
Certainly his meager focus in speed and armor was not sufficient to form an ethos.

”The only thing that ’s truly unique to all my designs is my emphasis on X-Factor. ”

He wasn ’t sure if he could find any similar approach to the masters present in Leemar.
Likely he had to keep that secret locked up in order to avoid attracting the wrong kind of attention.
In fact, Ves wasn ’t sure if seeking a closer relationship with a master had any benefits for him.
The System already offered him an entire galaxy ’s worth of knowledge.

”Well, even if I ’m not very serious about finding a master, I should still do it to complete the quest. ”

He wondered what the System intended by forcing him to travel so far away.
Was he wrong about the usefulness of a master? Was it worth getting close to one and risk exposing his many secrets?