The Mech Touch novel Chapter 1644

Chapter 1644 Dealmaker

While the Sand War intensified throughout the third line of defense, not everyone concerned themselves with the suffering taking place.

For some people, the latest developments opened up many opportunities ordinarily inaccessible to them. In particular, the lawless pirates and exiles of the frontier found it incredibly easy to sneak into civilized space amidst the chaos.

Already, plenty of sons and daughters of the frontier managed to blend in with the waves of refugees.

While it was easy for pirates to be mistaken as refugees, it was not as easy to assume a brand new identity, especially one that was more notable than the norm.

A specialist in identity falsification had to intervene in order to form a false identity with as few loopholes as possible.

Calabash happened to be someone who possessed the skill, knowledge and connections required to forge a reasonably foolproof identity.

She calmly stood and waited for her client to arrive at a grassy plain on an empty planet in the Reinald Republic.

Standing behind her was an entire company of mechs. Over half of them wielded swords, while the rest wielded various ranged weapons. The messy collection of mechs consisted of many different models, as if the mech company had been entirely pieced together at random.

However, the mechs exuded a certain kind of strength from the way they positioned themselves and readied themselves for action.

The Swordmaidens had undergone many trials and tribulations since their establishment. The death of their founder devastated them a lot, but the rise of her replacement managed to preserve what the all-female outfit managed to build.

"There is movement up front. Get ready." A voice whispered in Calabast's ear.

Soon enough, an aerial mech company descended from afar while surrounding a shuttle. The procession alerted the Swordmaidens, causing their mechs to grip their weapons tightly.

Calabast barely took any notice, though. She stood in the open without a care in the world.

She was confident in the deal she made.

Once the shuttle landed on the grass a distance away from the Swordmaidens, the hatch slid open, allowing a subdued-dressed middle-aged man to emerge.

Escorted by some armed and armored guards, the man energetically strode forward in a powerful and confident gait.

The man had reason to be confident. Not only were the aerial mechs under his command much more powerful than the mechs of the Swordmaidens, he had plenty of forces at his disposal in space.

Once he arrived in front of the woman he scheduled to meet, the two paused for a moment.

Both of them dressed professionally. While Calabast blended in her business attire as if she was a born manager, the other man seemed very uncomfortable in his plain and unadorned business suit.

"Let us get this over with, Hexer." The man spat.

"As you wish, Fridayman."

"I am no longer a Fridayman!" He hissed with a threatening timbre in his voice.

"You are correct. As of now, you are a Reinaldan, a citizen and a mech designer of a crumbling state."

Calabast waved her hand forward, causing a floating box that hovered behind her to glide over to her client.

The other man took the box and opened it up to reveal a datapad, a secure data chip as well as some hair, blood and tissue samples preserved in transparent containers.

"Is this it? I expected more."

"As long as you follow the instructions I've outlined in the data pad, this is all you need, Skull Architect."

The dreaded pirate designer from the Faris Star Region sneered at Calabast before picking up the data pad.

After that, he shoved the floating box to a subordinate following behind him who took up a multiscanner and began to example the biological samples.

"Hmm.. so you've arranged the identity of Professor Benedict Cortez for me. He wasn't high on my wish list."

"Your demands are too unrealistic, Skull Architect. Do you really think that we can operate with impunity in civilized space? Even if turmoil has swept the Komodo Star Sector, it is not so easy to lay a hand on a Senior Mech Designer without a trace. We've suffered some losses in the process of hijacking Professor Cortez's evacuation fleet."

The Skull Architect laughed. "Don't try to raise the price. Professor Cortez is one of the easiest targets on my list. What happened to him, by the way?"

"We've cleaned him up. Have no fear of that. Not a single trace of him and associates have survived. You'll have to come up with a way to reintroduce yourself to the public without arousing too much suspicion, though."

"I'll keep that mind."

After performing some inspections, the Skull Architect became satisfied with the arrangements made by Calabast.

While she was confident in her handicraft, she cautioned the Skull Architect to act with discretion.

"Even if you follow all of my steps, your new identity is not completely foolproof. I've only managed to message the records of every relevant record-keeping institution of the Reinald Republic. If the state falls, then no one will be able to verify the records except what the government managed to bring elsewhere or put them up on the galactic net. That does not account for the detailed biometric data the MTA has collected from Professor Cortez."

The Skull Architect crossed his arms. "No one in this star sector can falsify the MTA's records. You wouldn't be dealing with me if you have the capacity to access and alter their database."

After a brief chat, the Skull Architect and his entourage briskly turned around and boarded the shuttle. Once his procession rose in the air and flew back to space, the meeting had come to an end. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

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