Ves and Master Benedict continued to talk about general mech design-related matters until Patriarch Reginald Cross finally attended the meeting.
Both mech designers could clearly sense his approach from a distance. It was hard not to notice the blazing will that radiated from the ace pilot!
Even outside of the cockpit, an ace pilot's domain field was not so easy to ignore. The powerful dominance that Reginald exuded could easily make average people obey his decrees.
It was a power that could easily be abused. Ves already knew of plenty of instances where he had used his new 'talents' to good effect in various negotiations.
These days, potential business partners knew better than to meet the Cross Patriarch in person!
"Ves." Reginald nodded with genuine respect towards his guest. "Welcome to the Hemmington Cross again. Are you ready for the fight?"
"Always." Ves grinned. "My clan is fully prepared to meet the enemy in combat. We have trained extensively against many different configurations of defensive forces. Our mech legions are strong and versatile enough to deal with any mech divisions and expert mechs that the Gauge Dynasty can whip up in Pima Prime. However, it is not necessarily us that will decide the outcome of the upcoming battle…"
Master Benedict nodded in agreement. "My younger colleague has a point. Over 200,000 mech pilots and even more civilians are relying on you to block the sharpest blade of the Gauge Dynasty."
A combative atmosphere spread from Reginald's body! Just the mention of a duel against a genuine ace pilot was enough to fire up his engines!
Ves winced as he had to put more effort into blocking out the unwanted influence. "Calm down, please. We are still a week or so away from Pima Prime. Please save your energy for the real battle."
"Ah. My apologies. I tend to do that a lot." Reginald said as he put a lot of effort into suppressing his powerful will.
There was no way that Reginald could completely suppress his extraordinary qualities. That was the same as denying himself. The best he could do was to tone it down to the point where he was accumulating for an even greater outburst in the future.
Once he settled down on a seat that was tactfully positioned further away from the mech designers, the meeting finally commenced.
Master Benedict spoke up first.
"Each of us knows what we are here for. There is only one topic on the agenda. How can we best defeat the enemy ace pilot?"
"You mean how I can defeat the enemy ace pilot." Reginald spoke.
"We can't just rely on pure brawn to squeeze out a victory on the battlefield." Ves retorted. "If we can analyze the information we have gathered about the enemy ace pilot and ace mech and formulate our strategies and tactics in advance, then we stand a much better chance of making it out of the Pima Prime System alive. Tell me what you prefer. Do you want to have a 40 percent chance of winning your upcoming duel or would you rather have a 60 percent chance of winning instead?"
Patriarch Reginald frowned. "I don't like the odds that you have chosen. Where did you pull those numbers from? Have so little faith in me and my Mars? You should add at least 40 percent on top of those figures!"
Master Benedict coughed. "Let him speak, Reginald. What we have recently managed to uncover about your future target is well worth hearing out. You can speak your mind after you have heard the latest update."
"Thank you, Benedict. Now if I may continue, let me share what we know. The initial intelligence leaks shared a lot of information about the more common defenses of the core colonies of the Gauge Dynasties. Unfortunately, they did not mention a lot of details about the expert mechs that were stationed over there, and spoke even less about the ace pilot and ace mech. The Gaugers are extremely clear that keeping details about their ultimate trump card as confidential as possible can make a real difference in a conflict. It has been extremely difficult for our spies and the spies of the Hex Federation to gather critical intelligence while at the same time keeping our enemies in the dark."
"Did you get anything worthwhile?" Patriarch Reginald impatiently asked.
Ves smiled again. "Luckily, we did. These additional details came a bit late, but they should be enough to give us a more clear idea what you are about to face. Let us begin with what we know of the ace pilot."
He waved his hand, causing the central projection to light up. The appearance of a powerful and impeccable middle-aged man appeared in view!
At first glance, the man exuded a similar vibe to Patriarch Reginald. His orange-and-black uniform did not do much to his lean muscular form. A sense of superiority strongly emanated from the powerful individual even though this was just a static image!
"We already knew that the Gauge Dynasty had stationed Saint Jeremiah Gauge in Pima Prime." Ves explained. "That is no secret. Publicizing the presence of an ace pilot has done much to make Pima Prime feel a lot safer to its residents and visitors. We also know that he has undergone his second apotheosis fairly recently. He was one of the few lucky high-tier expert pilots that broke through during the later stages of the Komodo War. After that, he disappeared from the frontlines and never showed up in public again."
"It can take a long time to design a proper ace mech for a new ace pilot. The Gauge Dynasty would never risk the life of an ace pilot by prematurely deploying him on the battlefield. Any other ace pilot that has a lot more years until his belt could easily cut off the wings of this freshly-matured chicken. I imagine his last name also has a lot to do with this matter." Master Benedict remarked.
It looked as if he had inherited the competitive spirit of the Heavensworders during his foreign exchange and became passionate about dueling other opponents. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
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