The Larkinson Battalion had won its first match in the G-Aena League!
Although the Larkinsons struggled to overcome the unusual strategies and tactics employed by their opposition, they managed to defeat the Ginetzys by relying on their superior attacking prowess.
The massive audience was able to view more than the combatants throughout the match. The obscuring smoke formed no obstacle as the arena automatically provided them with an augmented view that allowed them to see exactly what went on inside.
This allowed each of them to appreciate the performance of both sides!
"Larkinsons! Larkinsons! Larkinsons!"
"Ginetzys! Ginetzys! Ginetzys!"
Although the people cheering for the Larkinson Battalion ultimately overwhelmed the voices backing the quirky Ginetzy Battalion, none of them were dissatisfied with how the battle unfolded.
At this stage in the tournament, hardly anyone was familiar with the sixteen groups that participated in the G-Aena League. The people who supported the Larkinson Battalion were still shallow fans that could easily convert to another competitor if the Larkinsons started losing.
Even so, the Larkinson Clan already attracted a lot of attention after winning their first bout in this massive, highly-publicized media spectacle!
The amount of people who followed the G-Aena League vastly exceeded that of the High Tide Tournament and other smaller events. In an instant, the Larkinson Clan became flooded with inquiries, most of which had to do with purchasing the mechs that the Larkinson Clan showcased in battle.
It was too bad that many of the models in the field such as the Transcendent Punishers weren't for sale.
In fact, the Larkinson Battalion hadn't even shown the full capabilities of their mechs as of yet. The odd combat approach of the Ginetzy Battalion prevented the Larkinson mechs from showing off their full capabilities.
When the mech pilots of the Larkinson Battalion finally returned to the backstage and joined up with their other compatriots, their gazes turned heavy as they looked at the aftermath of their victory.
"How many?" Commander Casella asked as she looked out at all of the piles of wreckage that the arena had swept in this corner.
"We're still judging which mechs can be restored and which ones should be salvaged, commander." A Larkinson chief technician told her. "Even if we are able to make use of the services offered by the tournament, we're still looking at a total loss of up to 150 mechs. Then there are about 200 mechs that require light to moderate repairs to return them to their best conditions."
"That much?"
"The weapons employed by our opponents are too destructive, ma'am. The mechs that got blown up by dozens of missiles and the machines that got too close to the self-destructed Ginetzy mechs lost too much integrity. There are more broken and ruined parts than intact frames in those cases. We're better off recycling all of this junk and shipping them back to the Spirit of Bentheim so that we can build new mechs."
The Larkinsons already expected that they would lose a lot of mechs per match. In order to prevent them from running out of mechs entirely, they needed to preserve as much materials as possible. The more scrap they recovered, the more mechs they could produce to make up for the losses.
Casella realized that their losses this time were fairly light this time. If they lost a match or fought against a tougher opponent, the mechs that were ruined beyond repair could easily reach an excess of 300 mechs!
She had to do better in order to prevent that outcome. All of her fellow Larkinsons had to do better to win their subsequent arena matches.
The Larkinsons began to wound down and evaluate their previous performance. While these discussions went on, Commander Casella met with Director Raella in a private hangar where the Quint was being serviced with great care.
Due to the great importance of the masterwork mech, a team of assistant mech designers from the Design Department had volunteered to service the powerful machine.
The strong and heavy glow of the Quint made it unbearable for ordinary people to stay in its presence for long, but the Apprentice Mech Designers could just bear it without relying on any remote repair equipment.
This was a great opportunity for the likes of Miles Tovar, Moltar Ringer and Catherine Evenson to get up close to one of their head designer's best works.
The mech designers treated the Quint as an artifact and did their best to complete their repairs as flawlessly as possible.
"You know, I grew nervous for a moment when I saw that the light mech piloted by the Ginetzy expert candidate tried to assassinate you." Raella remarked. "It turns out you expert candidates are more versatile than I thought. I'm impressed with the way you humiliated that guy. It's great showmanship and you certainly managed to stand out in front of the crowd."
"I didn't intend to duel the enemy expert candidate." Commander Casella admitted with a grimace. "We're participating in this tournament in order to win the top prizes. If we cannot obtain third place or higher, then our losses will exceed whatever we can obtain from this tournament."
Earning fame was just a secondary objective to the clan. The real reason why the Larkinsons were willing to endure so many losses to their mech roster was because of the promise of winning lots of carriers!
The prize pool of the G-Aena League was considerably bigger than usual and much more suitable for larger pioneering organizations.
The champion of the tournament could obtain an entire fleet carrier as well as 20 combat carriers.
The second-place winner could obtain 20 combat carriers.
The third-place winner had to make do with 10 combat carriers.
The fourth-place winner could only obtain a paltry 5 combat carriers.
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