"So this is an astral beast of the Red Ocean." A researcher remarked as his suited form flew outside of the shuttle that had flown into the inner belly of the Titania. "How… grand."
Hundreds more people equipped with hatard suits and scientific gear had already arrived in previous waves.
It took a bit of time, but once the Larkinsons became more certain about their conclusions, they were finally willing to bring in actual personnel in order to explore the dead astral beast in detail.
Several many different clansmen had volunteered to undertake the potentially dangerous task of examining and poking the giant carcass. Although it was a dangerous assignment, the Larkinsons did not lack for daredevils who wanted to experience the might and terror of the biofauna of the Red Ocean up close!
Bioresearch teams dispatched by the Dragon's Den took samples while trying to puttle out the functions of different organs and groupings of flesh.
Salvage parties sent by the Graveyard had also begun to harvest any pieces of biomass that contained valuable exotics.
More people were performing other functions such as rigging explosives, installing shield generators, drilling tunnels in different directions and other engineering-related activities.
It was an inspiring sight to many. This giant beast was previously a threat, but now humanity had subjugated it. This was the moment where they could all enjoy the spoils they deserved.
Several minutes later, a larger and more ostentatious shuttle flew through the flesh tunnel.
Its arrival had been preceded by the entry of numerous Avatar and Battle Crier mechs as well as a couple of expert mechs in the form of the Dark Zephyr and the Shield of Samar.
Both of these exceptional machines were present in case the Titania or a portion of it was not as dead as everyone thought.
Once the shuttle opened up its hatch, numerous heavily-armed and armored bodyguards floated outside. Their large and black shapes formed a protective envelope around the exit.
Soon enough, an additional form passed through. Every Larkinson knew that the patriarch had come as he emerged with his distinctive Unending Regalia.
Ves had upgraded it over the past month. Given that he was in a completely new environment, he replaced and upgraded numerous modules in order to increase its usefulness in different situations. The more advanced products and tech available in the Red Ocean had made it a lot easier to improve the combat armor's performance.
Aside from improving its functions, Ves also paid greater attention to its appearance. He upgraded its visual design and made it more grand and regal. He wanted it to reflect his identity as a leader of a prosperous and growing clan, not a Journeyman who was still in the early stages of his career.
The makeover was a success. Every Larkinson who saw it appreciated his work. The grand cape, the rich red coating along with the golden accents made him feel like a king.
"Well, maybe it should be a little bit bigger."
Of all of the sovereigns and leaders that he had met so far, none of them made a stronger impression on him than the Iron Emperor.
Though Rion Aaden was just a dwarf, his massive armored suit massively boosted his physical presence. All of that added height and mass caused the former emperor of the Vulcan Empire to come across as a giant rather than a heavy gravity variant human, and that was quite useful in certain social settings!
"I don't have enough Unending alloy, though." He frowned.
He attempted to look for more samples of this highly valuable and useful material in the resource markets based in the Red Ocean, but no one had ever heard of it. Unless Ves took a trip back to the old galaxy and revisited the Nyxian Gap, the chances were low that he would ever come across this special alloy again!
"I need to look for substitute materials." He frowned. "If I can get my hands on a substance like Galenta Bone, I can start making new mechs and gear that play well to my capabilities."
The main advantage of Unending alloy was not its resilience which was comparable to that of a cheaper first-class mech.
The real reason why he wanted them so badly was because they also functioned as spiritual energy containers!
Ves looked down at his own Unending Regalia. The suit of combat armor had gained a greater sense of presence and identity after he equipped it numerous times.
Though he didn't deliberately fill up its spiritual reserves with his energy or the energy of his design spirits, he still marked his equipment with his imprint each time he wore his combat armor.
Although the changes weren't too obvious at the moment, Ves could already sense that the Unending Regalia was evolving into something… greater.
As long as he continued wearing it for a number of years, enough of him would rub off on the combat to reach threshold where it gave birth to a natural consciousness!
"It's like piloting a mech, but slower and not as effective." He remarked.
Though he didn't interface with his Unending Regalia like a mech interfaced with mechs, the rich spiritual interactions between them served as an adequate alternative.
Once he finished admiring his own handiwork, he turned his attention back to the reason he came here. The internal cavity in the center of the Titania was large and vast. Ves could easily imagine erecting an entire city inside. If space was not a concern, then a million people could easily inhabit the belly of the astral beast!
Of course, no one was stupid enough to make such a suggestion. It was extremely reckless to build an entire city inside the belly of a dead organism that was bound to deteriorate and break up over time!
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