The Mech Touch novel Chapter 2855

Chapter 2855 - Good and Evil

Due to the Piranha Prime’s proximity to the breached warehouse depot, Venerable Tusa could not risk a transmission.

The signals released by his mech would definitely tip off the unknowns of his presence.

So far, Venerable Tusa had been careful to travel low on the ground and let all of the widespread jamming and interference obscure his prime mech.

He had been careful to control the emissions of his mech. By outputting less heat, he not only conserved his energy, but also lowered the chance of getting spotted from a distance.

Still, against powerful opponents, this trick was bound to fail. Military-grade sensor systems were much better equipped to peer through jamming and spot anomalous signal patterns.

The fact that the looters failed to detect his Piranha Prime at its current distance suggested that the unknowns belonged to a private faction, but that made little sense.

"This is a pretty remote area. Why would a large outfit that controls at least two-hundred mechs be here in force? For that matter, what kind of wholesaler would erect a warehouse of this size when there are very few production facilities in the surrounding districts?"

It made much more sense for massive depots like these to be situated next to biomech growth facilities or something! The amount of containers for taking could probably supply a typical biomech production facility for months if not years!

The situation grew more fishy by the second. Venerable Tusa had encountered so many random groups of thugs and criminals that he found it jarring to stumble upon a cohesive force of organized biomechs.

Each of them possessed the same coating and color scheme, but the Piranha Prime’s sensors weren’t able to detect any prominent words or prominent symbols.

Most forces proudly marked their war machines in some way. Owning a powerful mech was a source of pride and strength to many people and organizations. His own clan gladly embraced pageantry for example!

He was so used to mechs making their origins clear that the sight before him simply did not look right.

"Anyone who tries to hide their affiliation is definitely up to no good!"

He carefully drew his mech back in order to minimize detection, but continued to observe the unidentified biomechs as much as possible.

The mechs were all coated in a plain gray shade and their transports shared the same color scheme.

His mech hardly spotted any people on foot. Instead, all of the loading was being done by mechs or beetles.

Clearly, the looters did not care too much about damaging the contents of the containers. It was highly improper to let mechs designed for combat pick up anything valuable with their own hands. They could easily crush whatever they held if the mech was not that precise and if the mech pilot was inattentive!

The unknown force was clearly in a hurry. From the way the mechs were handling the containers and how fast they were loading up their transports, they were very eager to hoard supplies for some reason.

"Are they making new mechs or are they acc.u.mulating reserves to sustain a long campaign?"

Tusa wasn’t able to figure out the answer. After several more minutes of observation, he finally stepped away. While he wanted to stick around longer in order to track the direction of their departure, he didn’t want to risk detection.

He had a hunch that these unknown grey biomechs were not hoarding all of these feeder stock in order to lock themselves inside a bunker stronghold!

Several hours later, his Ferocious Piranha carefully threaded its way back to Gentle Lotus Base. Though Venerable Tusa was tired and in a conflicted mood, he still answered his patriarch’s summons and entered the latter’s office.

"Meow."

A pale bronze figure floated over to his side and began to circle around his head.

"Hey, Lucky."

"Tusa." Ves spoke from behind his desk. "How’s the city?"

"It’s a mess, as I’m sure you already know. The sights I’ve seen and the depravities I’ve witnessed has caused me to readjust my opinion of humanity. I never knew that people could go so low, especially from those who had the luck and privilege to grow up in a peaceful second-rate state. Even the sandmen are nobler than some of the thugs I’ve ended!"

Ves’ eyes grew sharper as they observed Tusa’s suited form. The expert pilot felt uncomfortable with being scrutinized like this. It was as if his cousin was able to peer right into his heart!

"You look troubled, Tusa." The mech designer began to frown. "Let me guess. You encountered some unpleasant scenes and fell into a spiral of confusion and self-doubt, right?"

Venerable Tusa’s unstable force of will rippled. "How did you know?"

"I created you." Ves dubiously boasted. "Proper after-market support is one of my most important priorities. I don’t want one of the two expert pilots by my side to turn defective when I most need your strength. No one else can pilot the Piranha Prime except you, Tusa!"

Though the expert pilot felt pleased at the concern shown by his cousin, he was not very comfortable with the wording.

"I’m not a product, Ves, much less yours. I am my own person. You may have helped me advance to my current rank, but I could have easily managed on my own. You’re pretty annoying whenever you act like we’re your assets. We are not items on your balance sheet. We are living, breathing humans who you should be treating as family."

Ves continued smiling as if he completely didn’t hear what Tusa said. "Yes, yes, I understand. This conversation isn’t about me, though. It’s about you. Tell me what is plaguing you. Maybe I can lend a hand."

This insufferable bastard. Venerable Tusa began to see why Jannzi thought that Ves was unfit to lead the clan he founded.

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