The Mech Touch novel Chapter 5165

It was not entirely necessary to use badges to denote the identity of an invited guest.

Every mecher and everyone they considered worthy to become their associate all possessed cranial implants. This enabled them to call up additional information in real-time on anyone and anything that entered their view.

Nonetheless, it was a lot easier and less cumbersome if everyone wore a brightly colored hat or distinctly different uniforms.

The Survivalists did not force anyone to change their wardrobes to such an extent. They chose to go for the most practical solution, which entailed handing over shiny badges that were large enough to be easily visible from a distance.

Members of the Red Association received green badges while associates received teal badges.

There was nothing special about the badges. They were clearly mass-produced by materializers and did not contain any circuitry or more mystical components.

Ves privately thought that the organizers of the conference could have chosen more contrasting colors, but perhaps there were good reasons behind these choices.

The Survivalists did not bother to add any further differentiation aside from that, which Ves thought was just fine. He did not want other people to judge him thoroughly before entering into conversation.

Not that it mattered all that much. People could still use their cranial implants to look up his colorful record from the Khamater Reign's public network if they sought more information.

As Ves placed the self-adhering metal badge on the front of his most refined and gilded red uniform, he felt like he was truly part of the crowd.

"Come. Let us stow our luggage in our staterooms and check up on the state of your cargo." Jovy said as he started to move deeper into the interior of the massive vessel. "1 can give you a small tour while we are on the way."

The Khamatar Reign possessed a fairly standard interior for the Red Association. The bulkheads were mostly gunmetal gray that occasionally bore functional markings.

The deck was made out of similar alloys but oddly did not make any noise when people stepped on them. Ves found this lack of sound to be disturbing at first, but he quickly got accustomed to it once he no longer thought about it too hard.

The relative lack of warmth did not last too long. Ves encountered more and more interior halls and compartments where the mechers had put more effort into making them look pleasant and livable.

The Survivalists still showed considerable restraint, but they went out of their way to place a variety of artworks as well as scale models of powerful mechs in large public spaces. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

Touches of advanced technology were everywhere.

Sturdy bulkheads occasionally morphed into open entrances despite the fact that Ves was sure they were all made out of solid metal.

Overhead materialized reproduced entire meals in a large cafeteria. Each of the meals were originally cooked by the best chefs for the purpose of getting scanned down to the placement of the last atom.

A mech designer that wanted to call up an item that was stored in the cargo hold only had to make a single request. Seconds later, the deck opened up and delivered the good despite the fact that it was originally located all the way down in the lower decks of the enormous capital ship!

There was so much for Ves to take in. At times, he wanted to secretly send out Blinky or employ his spiritual senses to study anyone or anything that caught his interest.

He restrained himself. He was surrounded by so many powerful individuals that he did not believe he kept his action discreet. This was not the time for him to fool around.

"There are many facilities within the Khamater Reign that might be worthwhile for you to explore." Jovy said. "There is no time for that today. We need to check into our rooms and get ready to attend the opening speeches."

Ves already had a decent idea of what this was all about.

"That is the moment where your three leaders or their representatives explain the overall agenda of this conference and present their own proposals, right?"

"Yes. I highly suggest that you listen to them carefully. You don't have a direct say in these matters, but your individual projects might get affected by changes in policy."

"I see."

What else could he say about that? He clearly had no business with getting involved with the top-level power struggle. He just wanted to keep his head down and sell his modest contributions to the Survivalists.

After a lengthy journey across the hull of the enormous research battlecarrier, they eventually reached their staterooms.

The Survivalists did not skimp out on this. That was for certain. Even though Ves had resolved to make the best possible use out of his time and stay awake for an entire week, he could see himself going back to unwind in this expansive and luxurious suite.

Once he confirmed that everything was in order, Ves joined up with Jovy so that they could move to a massive assembly hall that was already half-filled.

Lots and lots of expensive-looking capsule seats were placed around an elevated stage at the center.

People had already been assigned to the seats in advance.

Different from what Ves expected, the most powerful and influential mechers were not seated at the front.

Instead, they took their seats at the far rear.

The more junior and less important guests received the privilege of getting a closer view of the important dignitaries who would soon be addressing all of the attendees!

Ves was indirectly able to determine his overall ranking among the associates by studying the positioning of his seat.

He was situated further away from the front than he expected. He somehow gained more priority than thousands of eager young Journeymen, battle hungry mech pilots and an incredible variety of associates.

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