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Adapting something for a different climate was a surprisingly involved process. The Cold Grave was an extremely hostile environment. One where the temperature was below freezing as a standard, and could dip low enough to freeze a person's lungs if they tried to inhale without protection. It...
Lilly was ill suited for certain parts of leadership. She'd learned that before her ascension and had it double emphasized afterwards. Her ethos was that of freedom and choice. She could not command someone to do something in light of that. She could still lead.
This felt like splitting...
So, the wedding was done. The honeymoon was sort of ongoing. It wasn't like they wanted to head out and visit the beach. Also a honeymoon implied they had the time and ability to do something other than work. They really didn't. Not that Bolt and Lilly cared. They shared a room and things...
Lord Selah was less irritated now than he had been before the blasted farce of a contest. He was still very irritated. His personally groomed and funded mech designer had officially sent in his desire to retire from service, citing the failure of his design in the contest. He would be out of...
Wedding traditions varied extensively based off local planetary culture. For the people of the planet they called Rust Bucket, it was very simple. The couple shared a room and said they were married. Sometimes there was a party before or after. If they were very formal they had someone who...
You'd think they'd be less busy now. They weren't. They were in fact becoming more busy. It was just a contained sort of thing if that made any sense. Their current goal was a party. Which, well sounded strange to say out loud. It was a political party that all the Wrench Rats and Lilly...
Lilly had downtime at the moment. It felt unusual. She didn't get that. She'd never gotten that. There was always something to do. Now there wasn't. Even piloting would be just her playing around. It wouldn't be useful. She could still pilot of course, but she wouldn't get anything out...
Lilly ended up sleeping for a full day and a half. This was mostly a good thing. There was a lot of work to be done to support her victory. Most of it was paperwork that she didn't need to be involved in at all. It'd take time to get the forms filled and so on. Bolt, as her designated...
It was hard to overstate how much experts were venerated. They were considered the pinnacle of society. Just being an expert entitled you to practically anything you wanted. If you advanced to Ace you could move a nation on your whim. If you moved to god-pilot, you had a say in controlling...
On the face of it, a month wasn't a long time. Thirty days to track down a target. Thirty days to pin that target and capture it. Lilly was not an expert yet. She had the potential. She had the skill. She was not one. This was a competition that had only been a competition because...
Ranged fighters were the second worst things for Dowry to fight in Lilly's opinion. The mech had the speed to run them down, but there wasn't a way to avoid getting hit at least once. The damage would add up over time if she wasn't careful, and there was a distinct issue when the rifleman was...
As time passed, morale amongst the various forces hunting Lilly turned mixed. It wasn't low by any means, but it couldn't be called high. No one wanted to be hunting an expert candidate on terrain she'd grown up on in a mech designed to hunt down and kill through ambushes. Only the fact that...
His name was Jack. He had C minus rank potential, which was about average for the pilots working with the Wrench Rats at the moment. Higher potentials tended to head towards greener pastures. Some preferred working with Biters. Others left planet. You could get a ride for a promise of a few...
Bolt grumbled to himself. He'd known going out that there would be a serious chance of trouble. Knowing it, and dealing with it were completely different matters. His countermeasures had worked this time, but he'd have to change his approach now. There was a decent chance he shouldn't head...