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What's Junk? (The Mech Touch)

i054 New
Things might have been peaceful at Bolt's world, but they weren't peaceful elsewhere. One place in particular had a lot of changes happening. The Bright Republic was in a very tight spot, and it was only getting worse. This meant tensions and tempers were rising, and things were starting to come to a head. All of it revolved around one person.

Ves Larkinson was that one person, and his name was considered hot at the moment. He was in fact considered radioactive socially. Ves had already been somewhat famous for having designed several integral mechs in the Sand War. That alone would have made him a central point in his nation. He'd accumulated fame, renown, riches. Then he'd attracted the attention of a Hexxer heiress and had his name become poison in a singular day. Worse, he'd done a design for the Hexxers, and it had proven popular. This had made him an enemy of several states and his newly poisoned reputation had tainted others by proximitiy.

To give some backstory, Ves was a Larkinson. The Larkinsons were an old military family that had served the Bright Republic since its founding. He'd heavily relied on them to help with his company, and in turn funded them significantly. The family was reputable, honorable, dutiful, and humble. They were known inside and outside the nation for being a very solid military family. They weren't unique, but honorable warriors like them were always appreciated in the frequent wars that the galaxy dealt with.

In contrast Ves was basically a product of his nation. He wasn't shy about grabbing an advantage, he had no trouble with corruption, and he could lie as easily as he breathed. The young man would happily reach for any advantage possible without a care for the blood he spilled. The only reasons he was able to work with his family was because he was charismatic, he had money, and his unique design philosophy had enough power that people couldn't disregard him. (He also did have some principles and treated family fairly, he just wasn't particularly shy about burning people unrelated to him.)

A person like Ves was frankly incompatible with many other people. He was especially against those that would try to control him, like the Bright Republic politicians. This was where the conflict started. It was also what drove the nation off the edge and into full decline.

Quickly summarized, in the aftermath of the Sand War, the Friday Coalition had room to pressure Third Rate Nations in a variety of ways. They offered a mix of bribes, threats, and outright blackmail when necessary to outright drain everything they valued out of the lesser nations. Ves was in the way of this. He'd been very reluctantly dealing with the Hexxers as a matter of survival, because a Third Rate man couldn't say no to a Second Rate woman easily, and was considered a valid target by the Fridays.

Pressure had therefore been applied to the Bright Republic. The Republic had capitulated quickly, and attempted to 'deal' with Ves in anyway possible. Ves had pushed back, violently when needed. This had escalated the problem and led to a small war of sorts between Ves and his home nation.

It should have been absurd. A Journeyman Designer had a limited amount of power usually. Ves was far from the standard designer. He gave the nation a black eye and fled while remaining very alive and very free. Part of this was because the Bright Republic was rather weak militarily due to the Sand War. Part of it was because he had a lot of favors to call in.

The actual series of events weren't particularly relevant to Bolt and his family. What was relevant was that the Larkinson Family broke in two over Ves' feud with his home. They'd been slandered in public and persecuted by the same people they'd served for lifetimes simply due to their association with him. This ongoing persecution and uncertain future caused them to flee the nation, and half of them blamed him. The other half aligned with him.

In another world they would both groups have traveled out of the sector. Here Bolt's family learned they were on the outs and offered them a home. It was a fairly safe bet on their end. Lilly could vet them, and their longstanding morality and military tradition would be extremely useful in their budding planetary government. What was even better was that they were familiar with Ves' mechs.

Bolt had cribbed a lot of his initial spiritual ideas off Ves' work. He'd long since gone his own way, but the similarities made things familiar in a way. The Larkinsons had heard of Bolt's Last Prayers as well, so the two groups communicated a fair bit and then an agreement was reached.

By this point Ves was planning his way out of the sector and the galaxy. The split in his family was regrettable in the young designer's eyes. It was not hostile, despite the circumstances. Ves, flaws and all, loved his family, and had a deep admiration for their honorable martial culture. He was the precise opposite of everything they cherished, but he loved them all the same. So upon hearing the news the designer decided to research where they were going, and ran across Bolt.

Now it has to be said that Ves was a tad myopic when it came to other designs. He tended to tunnel vision on his own mechs and ignore mechs everyone else had built. He wasn't tapped into local trends, and trusted his own design sense to prove it's worth over any fad. For the most part he'd been very right. Designers typically had a spectrum of profitability. He was at the top of it.

Bolt's designs therefore came as a shock. "What is this?" The young designer breathed out as he evaluated the designs and projected performance. "That thief!"

For a moment the man panicked. Ves had built his fortune and everything else on the back of spiritual power. He'd forged spirits from exotic materials, some sacrifices, and chance. That someone was copying his work was a serious problem. It meant he was less valuable, and several of his personal defenses hinged on it.

Then his mind caught up with his emotions. "Wait." Ves pulled up the designs and cursed mildly. "I need a physical copy of one of them." He muttered. Evaluating with just videos and reports felt like a mistake.

Fortunately for him, it wasn't hard to get a copy of Bolt's mechs. The Last Prayers were everywhere and were rather cheap to boot. Ves was mildly annoyed that the other designer had cornered a market, but comforted himself with the fact that Bolt was almost selling them at a loss.

"The mechs are alive." Ves concluded after he looked over one of them. "He did it differently though."

Ves did his work by visualization during the designing process. That was the framework and what he meant when he called a mech alive. He then used a spirit to back the mech and project power. To put it in simpler terms, he made mirrors (Mechs) that reflected light (Spirits.) It gave him unparalleled power and control over his designs, and resulted in something that was called a glow. The glows gave various mental effects.

Bolt in contrast was using spirit to sort of reinforce a concept without the spirit. It required some very fine control, but not much power. It was actually a lot more efficient in many ways, but also flawed as well. The effects would always be limited to the mech design, the construction itself was rather delicate, and the power one could push through the mech was limited by necessity. Pulling from Spirits meant that there was a large pool and so long as the mech was relatively intact, the effects would happen. Bolt's mechs were vulnerable to damage and very limited power wise. Hence the relatively anemic effect the Last Prayers tended to display.

"How should I feel about this?" Ves asked out loud. "He was inspired by my work, but he did something new with it."

He would have to re-evaluate several plans at least. He no longer had an absolute monopoly. Furthermore, could others reverse engineer his creations? If so, how easy was it? Ves spent a few minutes pondering that before deciding that he should see about adding some sort of security eventually. He would think up something later. Right now he should finish the evaluation.

Eventually Ves reached the center point of the mech. "This Heart System."

He had very mixed feelings about this component. On the face of it, it was very useful. He could tell that the thing had accumulated spiritual power. Ves could do a lot with that sort of raw power. It also fixed one of the flaws with the construction. The delicate spiritual backing was reinforced and enforced by this system. Yet it might not be compatible with his work.

Spirits powered mechs and then were powered in turn. All of Ves mechs worked this way. Spirits got stronger with more pilots. The Heart System interrupted that cycle. Mechs with this would starve the spirits.

"I could probably shift the ratio if I worked on understanding the programming." Ves mused to himself as he pulled everything apart. "This system doesn't seem to be designed to stop spirits, it's to do something else."

It was actually quite strange. It cycled the spiritual power around the mech like a circulatory system. When the mech shut down the power was pulled into the crystal. Ves felt himself becoming genuinely impressed the more he looked into it. It was novel! This was the first time he'd found someone do spiritual work with mechs, and it was completely different!

Ves didn't think it fit what he was doing though. If you removed the crystal you killed the mech. The mechanical aspect wasn't particularly useful to him either. If anything it was a negative, because it gave a physical point where the spirit would interact with. Part of Ves' strength was the fact he controlled the spirits behind the mechs, and that meant no one could use his own tools against him.

With a chuckle at himself the designer put the Last Prayer back together. "Your creator is an interesting person." Ves said to the mech. "I'd love to talk with him in person, but I don't think that will happen."

The FTL paths he'd have to take to get to the MTA portal out of the galaxy didn't bring him close to where Bolt lived. While a conversation would be productive, Ves was also loathe to give up more secrets. He didn't even know how the other designer was still alive! Ves was constantly wondering when the next assassination group was coming and he wasn't being nearly as open as the other designer. Yes, it was best to keep from meeting and perhaps steal some inspiration back if Bolt found something interesting. Turnabout was fair play after all.

Ultimately Ves found himself with mixed feelings on Bolt at the moment. He'd spend a few days pondering what the man had done, and perhaps look over the other mechs. While he resented the fact that the other man had essentially stolen his work, the new path could prove inspiring later. It was probably the first time he'd had someone that could be considered a rival maybe? Ves found himself loving that idea the more he thought of it. He'd lacked a proper whetstone to sharpen his designs on. Would Bolt be that one? Who knew?
 
"Stolen,but it's completely different. Still totes counts as stealing,jis. I am so original with mai cheatigan lazy-ass system."
It's always funny to me when MCs with a powerful system get salty about others being "lucky to be born with talent."
 
Read the chapter, instantly felt "Haha Ves is angry Bolts stole from him but thinks its okay when he steals from others," but then I realized that while the second half of that is ironic, the first half is a legit way to react to how Bolts operates.

His specialty really could be seen as being better at stealing other people's ideas, and he's already reflected on this in-story.

I think that, looking back at things, the main reason why we see it more acceptable that Bolts steals is (along with him being the main PoV character) how he was brought up and so his stealing is framed. He doesn't steal things just to make money or to become famous, his stealing is based around just grabbing whatever is around him and using it for a specific purpose and then moving on. He doesn't show pride in what he does, he treats it as something that seems like a logical and straightforward thing to do and taht everyone must already do.

If he'd broken into private servers to steal information, or stole mechs from people outright, it'd feel far more skeevy, but since he's really just accessing public records or information freely given to him his form of reverse-engineering feel far more 'fair'.
 
I055 New
Benjamin Larkinson was an old man. A grandfather, a leader, and a former expert pilot. He was a dead man walking as well. Dying slowly due to injuries from an old war. He'd seen many things, and his greatest regret was seeing his family splinter apart after the fiasco with his grandson Ves. Yet even with all of that, Lilly Silica still managed to surprise him when they met on the station above their planet.

The girl was small. Tiny even for a woman. Bright red hair reached her thigh and was braided into a long pony-tail. Her figure was almost immature. She had an unfortunate amount of freckles. Her presence was muted. She did not look like a fully grown woman truthfully. If she didn't have a woman's figure she'd come across as far too young to be a mother. Even her bright green eyes didn't show a hint of her ability and those usually showed the person's mettle if nothing else did.

It was probably for that reason that his son, Ark Larkinson, an expert, and man under an unfortunate amount of stress didn't seem impressed after introductions. "I understand we needed to meet you before we decided. Is my presence not enough?" He asked flat out.

"Hmm, dunno." Lilly bounced forward with a cutesy pose and then circled around him. "Yer interesting, but just an expert ain't that impressive to me."

"Excuse me?" Ark asked incredulously. Benjamin kept himself quiet, even if he felt similar. An expert was a big deal.

"You though. You feel like yer bleeding right bad." Lilly said as she paused in front of Benjamin.

"I do not appreciate being ignored!" Ark snarled out with a hint of protectiveness and his willpower flared.

"Oh, I don't like that feel." The woman breathed out and turned to him with a slightly tilted head and wide eyes. "I don't like that attitude either." She continued in a low tone. "Yer not in command. You are here because we're giving you a chance and offering a home. Never take that tone with me."

"Son." Benjamin tried to interject. Something was going wrong, he could tell.

"Command doesn't matter. I am Ark Larkinson, and I will become a Saint one day. If you can't understand that value, then we don't need a conversation!" The expert snapped out.

Lilly stared at the man with her eyes still wide and almost innocent looking. Their eyes met and nothing physically changed in her behavior or expression. Benjamin's neck hairs still rose up. Something wasn't normal, even for an expert. Benjamin suddenly knew without question the person he was standing in front of was dangerous. Her muted presence was gone. Now his mind was screaming and it was accompanied by an indescribable weight that made him certain that this woman could end him right here and right now. There was a monster in front of him and for the life of him he couldn't tell what had changed.

"Ya think yer special 'cause you have potential?" Lilly asked in a way that made both men step back. "The door's right past there. Yer ship is still fueled. Ya can leave and head out to some other place. I'm sure ya'll can find a good home. You're here because you value family. Is that right or are ya one of those glittering fools that parade around the outside with their heads up their asses."

For a few seconds the size disparity didn't matter. Lilly was here and she was beyond them. She was beyond both of them. Then, like a cat tucking in her claws and curling up, the girl pulled something back and was normal once more. She blinked a few times and gave a small smile as if nothing had changed.

Very, very slowly Ark nodded as he visibly tried to untense. It was a stiff nod. "I have forgotten myself Venerable Lilly." The motions became smoother as he spoke. "Family first. Duty next. Pride last."

"Still need some pride, but I can agree with that." Lilly offered a hand. "Listen to me, Bolt, or Kriff. Ain't going to demand much. We can talk 'bout deployment and such later. Ya bring yer mech?"

"I did not. It had to be sold to pay for the trip." Ark admitted painfully as he shook her hand.

"Oh, yeah, that'd make anyone prickly." Lilly said and did a bounce to pat him on the shoulder. "We got a few sims we can run through to get a feel of your style and we can have Bolt design something after that. We're probably going to need it ta be Second Rate."

"Second Rate?" Benjamin asked curiously as he reintroduced himself in the conversation.

"Yep. Gonna be the next big trouble we have. We ain't recruiting ya because we expect peace." Lilly noted and narrowed her eyes at the old man. "Yer getting into the sims too, and..." She turned and gestured to a green-skinned maid nearby. "Gimmie a spare pair of bracelets." She took the metal bands that the woman pulled out of her pockets. "Wear these."

Mildly confused Benjamin did as requested. The wristbands snapped around his wrists with a small click. The change he felt was enough to knock the wind out of him. It was like he'd been holding himself up and now could finally rest.

"Better!" Lilly chirped.

Ark stared at his father. "Dad?" He asked in a small voice.

"I'm fine. Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" The old man said with a perplexed expression as he looked at the new jewelry. What was this?

"Ya don't feel like yer bleeding anymore." Lilly noted with a happy expression. "But we can see about that later. First Sims! Also, Ark, you do command style mechs right?"

"I prefer hybrid command type mechs, but you get the idea." Ark replied as he recentered himself and held the obvious questions he wanted to ask.

"After we do a few rounds I want yer help for our other expert. Pup's getting better but he could use someone more aligned than me to teach him the quirks. He's a sensor expert." Lilly explained.

"Could I ask why you want an old man like me to join in?" Benjamin hated to interrupt there, but he felt like he had to. "I cannot pilot anymore due to an injury."

"You'll see!" Lilly said. "We have some VR pods that work for normal people and I wanna say we have something special just fer you. Just keep what you see in there quiet."

Benjamin went along with it reluctantly. What else would he do? When an expert said jump, you jumped. He was a dead expert and couldn't dispute that. He did have to admit that he was curious too. These little wristbands were helping in a way he'd never felt he could be helped. What would be next?

Heading down to the planet and getting into the mountain was a short affair. It wasn't particularly interesting either. The mountain from afar looked like just another mountain. The mist at the base of it covered the approach. It was a quiet trip that let him think too many questions. The old man tried to focus instead on how he was feeling better. It didn't help that much, but he got to the VR pod before he burst. Benjamin laid down and activated it still wondering about everything.

VR connections were not the same as pilot connections. Anyone who used either could tell you that. VR used your own senses and some advanced technology to trick you into thinking you were someplace else. Piloting connections were something far different. It was a unification with the mech. You became the mech in part, and the better your affinity the more firm the connection.

Benjamin felt a trace of disappointment as he manifested in a blank VR realm and nothing was different. Just the same old man. He refrained from letting any of it show. Around him the VR environment continued to build and then a mech formed in front of him. He examined it disinterestedly before something about it made him pause.

There were tales about how the Larkinson family had helped found the Bright Republic. It was historical fact that one of their family had held the line at a critical point in time. They had accomplished a miracle and in doing so established their Republic. The history there was something to be proud of, even if the end had made it sour. The Larkinsons were fighters. They had the mech to prove it. Valiant had been part of their proud history, and leaving it behind because they had to flee had almost wounded the family more than the entire split.

The mech in front of him was his ancestors mech remade, pristine and functional. How had Lilly gotten this? The specifications of it weren't in databases. It was an old, old model. It even felt the same.

Benjamin couldn't stop himself from climbing in. Even if he was old and broken, mech piloting was in his blood. He'd grown up visiting this mech. He'd dreamed of piloting it before he knew better. He started it up, hoping and praying for something, half convinced someone was lying to him. Or maybe convinced he was lying to himself.

The start of the mech was quiet. Then there was a surge and something familiar connected. Something that he knew he'd lost. Benjamin felt whole for the first time in years. Completely and utterly connected once more. For the first time since his injuries there was no pain. There was no sense of dying. His will existed and flowed properly. For several minutes he lay there stunned at the miracle.

Shouting brought him back into reality. He flipped through a few displays and then found a few of the VR settings. Eventually he managed to see his boy and Lilly in mechs in another section of the VR simulations. Lilly was in a rather gorgeous winged mech. His son was in a slightly generic swordsman.

"Well, here would be the best I could fight you with." Lilly was saying mockingly as Benjamin tuned in.

"A custom mech designed to fit you is not what I meant! What am I supposed to do with this?!" Arc shouted back and waved his sword.

Lilly sighed and the mech shifted into an identical mech. "This better? You're trying my patience. This is to get a feel of you, and you're not helping."

Benjamin sighed. His son was stuck in his stubborn mode apparently. Perhaps it was time to give him a good thrashing. He was feeling energetic enough to do it for the first time in forever.

(Later, Bolt and Lilly quietly put Benjamin in charge of Mechalla when they weren't there. He didn't know the name of it, he didn't know exactly what it was. What he did know was that he was able to live in it, and helping 'manage' the simulations everyone went through was a very good cover for his surprising recovery.)
 
The mech in front of him was his ancestors mech remade, pristine and functional. How had Lilly gotten this? The specifications of it weren't in databases. It was an old, old model. It even felt the same.

Benjamin couldn't stop himself from climbing in. Even if he was old and broken, mech piloting was in his blood. He'd grown up visiting this mech. He'd dreamed of piloting it before he knew better. He started it up, hoping and praying for something, half convinced someone was lying to him. Or maybe convinced he was lying to himself.

The start of the mech was quiet. Then there was a surge and something familiar connected. Something that he knew he'd lost. Benjamin felt whole for the first time in years. Completely and utterly connected once more. For the first time since his injuries there was no pain. There was no sense of dying. His will existed and flowed properly. For several minutes he lay there stunned at the miracle.
This actually made me a bit teary eyed.
 
I056 - End Arc 5 New
Headhunting was an old and outdated term that had lost it's original meaning long ago. In the older days you brought back the heads of those you killed to prove they were dead. Nowadays a simple video recording was usually enough. Headhunting was typically a term to recruit someone rather than kill them. Leo honestly felt like he was doing his best to bring back the old meaning sometimes.

Like now. A quick slice had the Blessed Squire's head fly off off and a twist of his wrist had the pointed butt of his axe piercing through the generator. The opposing mech fell to the ground and he pulled the haft out with a crunch of metal. Another kill, and another bounty. His mech grabbed the head as he surveyed the battlefield carefully.

He'd pushed a little bit too deep to get to this one. The Hexxer in charge knew he was on the field and had tried to protect their Squires by pulling them back. That reduced the support capabilities of them, but had forced him into a risky position to get this bounty. The fact that they were knight-style support mechs had also been a slight issue. Those sort of mechs were always covered by others and did not go down quickly or easily.

"You foul boy!!!" A nearby Hexxer expert made the boy sound like an insult of the worst kind.

"Hmm?" Leo deliberately feigned disinterest. "You do know there is a bounty per head right?" He clicked the custom cage around the mech-head of his latest victim and raised it up so that it was visible. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to by something very manly with it."

The shriek of outrage from the woman was only mildly satisfying. Fanatics like her were very easy to rile up. The only real surprise was that she cared about his kill at all. It was after all a man's mech. To a Hexxer fanatic like her, men were worthless. Perhaps there was something to the fact that the Hexxers considered the Squires holy.

Leo watched as the woman flared her boosters and began her approach. Outraged or not, she was an experienced expert. Anger was probably a default aspect or she wasn't letting it effect her, because her approach was cautious rather than enraged. He shifted his stance to let a few of her shots to splash off his armor as he evaluated positioning and possibilities.

Dullahan's upgrade to Second Rate had kept a lot of the feel to the mech. It was still pretty heavy for a medium, and still had the axe. The lack of the head was still there. According to those doing the upgrade it had been a royal pain to work with the design, but he was happy with the end result. It did still need enemies to come to him on a battlefield like this. It was more built for endurance than chasing and chasing would lead him into crossfire. How to provoke a confrontation then? A rather evil idea came to him as the woman tried to keep space between them while still firing.

He placed the newly caged head onto his mech and activated the resonance effect of his mech. The connection and power he tapped into was slight truthfully. Based on his experience the effect was strongest if he personally beheaded an expert's mech. A normal man's mech was rather weak. It still worked briefly and allowed him to tap into the reason Blessed Squires were considered holy.

For two seconds a feeling washed over everyone. The feeling of a disapproving mother hit the Hexxers and the feeling of a mother's approval likewise bolstered his allies. Then the head began burning up as the something caused feedback and ignited the internals of the part.

Against anyone else his display would have been basically nothing. Against the fanatical and brainwashed Hexxer people it was like he'd pissed on their precious shrines. It was hard to understate how much of a morale hit that one action inflicted on the Hexxers. Anemic, overwhelmed by other Blessed Squires and brief, it was still almost proof that the mother wasn't with them. It made them doubt. It made them hate.

Like a magnet amongst metal shards, every single nearby enemy attempted to focus on him instead of their formations. The fanaticism of the Hexxers turned against itself. He was a blasphemer right in front of them and they hated beyond anything they could hate. This could have caused him trouble, but he turned it into a benefit simply by letting them get in the way of one another and positioning himself that coming after him left them open to the other forces out there. His cover became the fanatics trying to kill him rather than the terrain.

He managed to cause the deaths of almost a half dozen pilots before the expert Hexxer got close enough to get a clear shot again. She'd made a critical error there though. Thanks to the chaotic battlefield he engineered she'd gotten too close.

Dullahan wasn't built for chases. It was built to keep an enemy in range once they hit it. Leo hit the boosters and moved in with full speed. The woman naturally attempted to regain space, but his axe had a deceptive reach. The cleaving strike pierced through her resistances and nearly totaled her chest piece in a singular swipe before she managed to gain enough range.

She naturally tried to use her own resonance at that point. As an expert rifleman it was meant to keep her alive and gain space. Her boosters flared with resonance power and her speed increased to the point that Leo could not even hope to keep up. To top it off, she fired her rifle as she retreated and several bullets pierced his armor slightly.

Leo didn't bother to pursue. He very deliberately turned towards the next Blessed Squire and began to move. The implication was obvious. Doubly so when he moved to keep some cover between them. His threat couldn't be more clear. Fight in his range or he'd ignore her completely.

The proper way to fight would have been to call in another expert. This was an improper matchup for her due to the terrain and numbers. She could have also let him go and sacrificed a few Squires until she could get a better shot. A fanatic like her couldn't accept his 'defilement' though. So she moved close, betting that her skills were enough to her keep her alive at a range he could reach her.

It was a bad bet. Leo had been born and trained in situations like this. Second Rate pilots thought that their specialized training meant something. All it really meant was that Second Rate pilots were used to more toys. Leo had fought and killed experts for years now. He survived by stacking the deck and being damned sure he kept control on the battlefield. He was probably one of the top war Experts. Not a duelist. He was the one that went into bloody battlefield and came out with heads. With Dullahan that ability magnified.

Hours later the battle ended with another new trophy on his belt. Leo figured he'd likely use the newly captured head several times. A burst of speed like that would be essential for some fights.

Several officers noted his performance and reports noting it were filed. In the future, this would be considered the start of the Spirit Generation. In the present, several officials simply put a bounty forward and some people contacted the maker of Dullahan. It was all very mundane and did not carry a hint of what this simple action released.
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Variant name: Everyday
Base model: Everyday

Weight Classification: Medium
Recommended Role: Arena Mech
Armor: B
Carrying Capacity: D
Aesthetics: A
Endurance: C+
Energy Efficiency: C+
Flexibility: C
Firepower: Variable
Integrity: B+
Mobility: B
Spotting: C-
X-Factor: A

Overall Evaluation: A mech designed for a crowd. The physical configuration of this mech is that of a simple brawler with some additional tools. If one discounts the X-Factor the mech is slightly above average for a mech designed by a Journeyman. The x-factor turns the mech into a icon that gains power from a crowd. This has unusual knock-on effects, making the mech naturally charismatic and enhancing its weaponry in specific senses. If the pilot follows the proper steps the mech can perform miracles that defy normal reality.

Notably due to this, the firepower cannot be evaluated properly. The damage the mech can do increases or decreases wildly based off how dramatic the circumstances are. It will lose fights that it could otherwise win, and win fights it should lose. It is a show mech through and through, and this makes it both a success for the niche it's in and a failure if it ever fights outside its niche.


Variant name: Nosferatu
Base model: Nosferatu

Weight Classification: Medium
Recommended Role: Arena Mech
Armor: C+
Carrying Capacity: D
Aesthetics: A
Endurance: C
Energy Efficiency: C
Flexibility: D
Firepower: Variable
Integrity: C+
Mobility: A
Spotting: C-
X-Factor: A

Overall Evaluation: Building off the mech Everyday, this mech is another mech designed to fight in an arena. Physically the mech has two conflicting desires built into the design. The Blood Field part is a part designed to dominate an area. The rest of the mech is designed to move quickly and position in the most favorable spot. In any other circumstance this mech would be a failure of a design. In an arena style environment it becomes a cinematic monster.

This is a literal statement. The mech and its x-factor have been honed to create a monster for the masses. It is designed to evoke entertaining negative feelings and then pull those feelings to make a better show. Thus it is also a mech designed to take a fall when the appropriate hero arrives.


Module: Heroic Heart - A semi-custom mass production model based off the heart module designed explicitly for arena use. The physical structure is mostly identical to a Heart system, but tuned and adapted for Second Rate mechs. It is also tuned to allow almost any mech installed with the system to draw power from a crowd in an arena to create a showman. This particular variation shows hints of what the Heart System might be capable of in the future.


Variant name: Torment-guard
Base model: Torment-guard

Weight Classification: Medium
Recommended Role: Defensive Knight
Armor: B+
Carrying Capacity: A
Aesthetics: A
Endurance: C
Energy Efficiency: B-
Flexibility: C-
Firepower: C
Integrity: B
Mobility: C
Spotting: B+
X-Factor: C, A in specific circumstances.

Overall Evaluation: A mech designed to torment those that would threaten those it defends. As a mech designed to defend it can dominate a specific area, causing literal torment to those attempting to bypass it. Outside defensive actions the performance is lacking and the combination of low mobility with lack of endurance make it unsuited for any offensive actions. The X-Factor enhances all abilities when specific conditions are met.

Variant name: Undertaker Production Model V5
Base model: Undertaker

Weight Classification: Heavy
Recommended Role: Group Support
Armor: B+
Carrying Capacity: C+
Aesthetics: B+
Endurance: C+
Energy Efficiency: C+
Flexibility: A
Firepower: C
Integrity: B
Mobility: D
Spotting: D (B with allies)
X-Factor: B

Overall Evaluation: A heavy meant to straddle several roles. Its jamming technology combined with the communication suite are calibrated for smaller battlefields. The continued refinement has made it into a solid and useful mech in small and large scale battle. The jamming effect in particular is demoralizing and haunting to enemies, giving it a compounding effect as more of the tokens are deployed. While other specialists are better in their roles, the Undertaker has become a proven and deadly mech that gains momentum as battle progresses provided it can fight within its token range.


Variant name: Vermillion Limited Production Model V8
Base model: Vermillion

Weight Classification: Medium Light
Recommended Role: Duelist
Armor: C+
Carrying Capacity: D
Aesthetics: A
Endurance: D
Energy Efficiency: C
Flexibility: D
Firepower: B
Integrity: A
Mobility: C+
Spotting: C
X-Factor: A

Overall Evaluation: A pure duelist refined for battlefields. Though the Vermillion lacks endurance and is fragile for a medium it can fight in large scale battles without being a hindrance. It shines best when fighting singular high priority targets though. The limited production and dramatic look has made it a favorite of elite pilots, and it has established a small but enthusiastic following. The X-factor emphasizes the duelist nature of the mech and can slightly provoke enemies into allowing the mech to gain the duels it craves.

Profession: Journeyman Mech Designer
Specializations: Recycling, Conversion, and Unification of Machine Components
Evaluation: A designer learning his potential and tapping into the truths of reality.
Attributes
Strength: 1.9
Dexterity: 1.1
Endurance: 1.8
Intelligence: 2.3
Creativity: 2.2
Concentration: 2.4

Neural Aptitude: F-

Skills:

True Mech Design - Fragment
Secret of Fire - Fragment
Secret of Manufacturing - Fragment

Universal Mech Design - Journeyman
Spiritual Construction - Journeyman
Exotic Weapon Design - Journeyman

Reverse Engineering - Senior
Spiritual Salvage - Senior
Salvaging - Senior +
Aesthetic Design - Senior +
 
Huh.

Bolt's ratings are...

From memory, humans top out at 2. How'd Bolt end up with 3 over that? Ves did, but he used tech to do so.

Does Bolt have some modded genetics? I know Lily does, but there was no hint that Bolt did.

Interesting.
 
I thought Bolt was created through Holistic Eugenics; the entire planet's environment was a terrarium to shape him as a final product.
 
M162 New
"You want me to what?" Bolt asked incredulously.

"The commission is to create a counter to the mech known as the Blessed Squire." The official said blandly. "As part of the ongoing war initiative contracts are available for specific goals. Your name is on the list of approved designers."

"I get that part, but why?" The designer replied. "I'm a Third Rate Journeyman designer outside your country. You have masters there." It was considered a fact that anyone trying to make a master needed Second Rate materials at a minimum. The Friday Coalition had several.

"You have designed Second Rate machines that have shown moderate success, are affiliated with a Friday dynasty, and one of your expert designs has proven to be able to interact with the glows that the Blessed Squire use." The official pointed out in a very reasonable tone.

Bolt scowled at the video screen. "We're trying to remove that affiliation." He muttered.

"You have my formal apologies for that. Court trials that complicated can be lengthy and the war has further delayed non-essential proceedings. In the meantime your association automatically places you on a short list for contracts like these." The man offered before continuing. "You are free to reject the offer if you dislike it."

"No, I'll accept it." Bolt muttered. "The deal is too good."

That was probably an understatement. A military commission with so few strings attached was spectacular really. Bolt wouldn't fully own the finished design and he'd have to use Friday parts, but that was it. It was a sweetheart deal meant for the noble equivalents in the Friday Coalition. He'd even get paid based on how many mechs were made rather than a flat commission price! Sure if it wasn't used he got nothing, but that was honestly fine with him.

Some paperwork and digital signatures later, and Bolt was sent the information package on what was needed. It was both interesting and not particularly useful at the same time. The information on the Blessed Squire was quite horrible for instance. The observations alone were useless speculation, and not a single person understood what was happening.

"I understand not knowing spiritual power." Bolt observed out loud. "But some of these guesses make my head hurt." Gas, radiation, special lasers? Seriously?!

You could check for that. It left physical traces. At least some of the people involved assumed it was a Journeyman specialty. They simply didn't assume more than that. Useless!

The Blessed Squire blueprints were more useful in that they showed him the physical aspects of the mech. The overall design had a tint of several designers to it. Bolt actually couldn't see Ves' fingerprints on it at all, which felt both strange and not. Bolt had to assume the other designer had done the spiritual work, and these blueprints were all based off recovered mechs rather than Ves' notes. He'd need a mech to actually verify the spiritual construction, and he wasn't sure that was necessary here.

The current term for the effect that the Blessed Squire used was Glow. It was a relatively simple effect. It boosted allied morale and or hindered enemy morale. It was a trick that Ves had probably spent awhile refining. One of his mechs in the Sand War had used it and he'd continued to use as his talents developed, but it was the same trick really. Bolt really didn't need to know what color a rifle was, just that it shot bullets. Ves' stuff was similar.

If Bolt were to describe what Ves was doing with this mech to a non-technical person, he'd say the other designer used a flashlight with different colors representing each glow. It was a pretty simple effect truthfully. Simple wasn't bad. A bullet was pretty simple. It was still deadly.

Now how would Bolt counter this? The easiest way would be to make a 'lightshade,' but the analogy broke down at that point. This wasn't light, and it didn't obey the laws of physics. He couldn't just put a lampshade on a Blessed Squire, though that was a rather amusing image.

It did give him an idea though. Blocking the glow was probably possible. As was absorbing it. Bolt felt like he could do something there perhaps. Fortunately he had a few of Ves' other mechs to test with right now.

The test mech was the Desolate Soldier. It was a mech mostly meant for the Sand Wars and was being phased out. You could get them cheaply, especially because they were considered tainted. They had a small hill of them on the planet already, with several in storage. Getting one up and piloting let Bolt examine the glow and make a few conclusions.

He immediately figured out his analogy was slightly off. The power behind glows weren't from them radiating something spiritual. It was simply a matter of 'something' behind the mechs pushing into the mechs and existing. What caused glows was the spiritual presence and pressure of the spirits Ves used. It was more like gravity than light. Which again was imprecise, but it helped get him in the mindset. The mechs were reflecting the physical weight of the spirits.

If Bolt was going to be very honest it felt a bit lazy. He knew Ves was still learning things, but was that it? Different flavors of emotions?! What was worse was that it was working. The Blessed Squires were absolutely changing the battlefield. Morale was integral to fights and the Squires tap danced all over the proper buttons.

Bolt could not counter a glow directly with his current level of understanding. He could not make the spirits that the other designer did, nor did he want to for this matter. That was Ves specialty, and trying to counter a designer in their specialty was a fool's errand. To counter this mech he needed to leverage his own specialty in a creative fashion.

This was going to actually be tricky. He needed a powers source. Fortunately there was an easy one handy. Bolt could gather the power from the people in the unit! Fortunately he'd already done this in the arena designs. He just needed to tweak the concept for the new design.

Every military unit had a standard. A coat of arms in older terms. Some were simple. Some were spectacular. The person that carried the flag of the unit was known as the Standard-Carrier, Guidon-bearer, Bannerman, or many other names. The core concept was the one carrying the 'honor' of the unit. This was the best focus to use in his opinion. It was already there and already had a history.

However, while core concept was there and useable Bolt found a few problems with the implementation. Every unit was different. If Bolt wanted this to work the flag-carrier needed to match the unit as close as possible. This meant color scheme, weapon loadout, appearance, and probably other concepts too. That wasn't feasible for a singular design. Military mechs for nations were by necessity a bit generic so that supply lines didn't get insane.

Moving up a level concept wise and making it a mech based off the nation felt like the a possible compromise. Bolt wasn't sold on it after some thought. You could love your nation, but you'd feel far more committed to the group you were in, especially in the Friday Coalition. He wanted the strongest emotional connection possible to feed the banner.

Perhaps he needed to switch tactics? Moving back to the unit level, could he use something generic and recognizable? Some browsing of random images related to military events and such gave him an idea. Formal officer clothing had a rather general and recognizable feel. That made sense. You wanted formal uniforms to look iconic. It just resulted in a particular profile on the people wearing them that was recognizable nearly everywhere. The colors might change, but the outline didn't. Bolt could work with that.

The mech took shape quickly after that. It was a formal mech with squared shoulders and the impressions of medals on its chest. The shoulders would hide rifles for medium range and provide a secondary weapon. One hand would handle the banner. The other would have a saber. The design wasn't particularly elaborate truthfully. This was by intent. It needed to be like a blank canvas for units to put their own spin on it.

After that was the banner, which was relatively easy. Bolt didn't need anything fancy there. There were actually parts out there that did what he needed. Most were for parade grounds, but some were for battlefields. The design was really just a spear with a widened cross guard and holographic projectors that could make a banner. Bolt took care to make it battlefield ready and durable, and that was all that was needed.

Really most of this would have to be revised if the mech proved to be something the country wanted. Mech designs contracted through the military went through thousands of iterations and refinements before they were deployed as a matter of course. Bolt gave it a lot of room for change and such and made sure to document the physical side very thoroughly for that. He wasn't quite sure what the exact etiquette would be there so he went overboard.

The physical wasn't really necessary for the concept to work anyway. So long as the outline we recognizable the rest was irrelevant. The part that made it work was the spiritual side. Bolt made sure to do that quite thoroughly too, but set it behind a possible wall. That would all require MTA approval, and likely a fair bit of sanitizing depending on what the MTA decided.

All told the physical design was fairly standard, but Bolt had a decent feeling about it taken together. Sometimes what you needed was a hammer and this mech was going to be one hell of a hammer. Bolt finished the entire project and submitted it to the proper authorities with the name Banner-Man. (He considered the name a placeholder at the moment.)
 
The design will look like a Napoleonic-era standard-bearer
The weapons remind me of Hilde from SC.
HildeSC4.jpg
 
It's a funny contrast that in Ves' interlude he felt affronted that someone would steal his ideas, and then wondered if the Bolts could grow to be a worthy rival, and then in this most recent chapter Bolts figures out the mechanics of the soul magic in Ves' most effective mech in the war and calls it lazy while pointing out his own relative inexperience with psionics.

They are absolutely NOT on the same wavelength, and due to the distances involved and their preconceived notions of the other they probably never will be.
 
M163 New
Bolt had not expected a response back from the Friday Coalition after he submitted his mech design. He in fact expected a lot of time to pass. Bureaucratic stuff always took forever, even in military emergencies. Implementing a new mech took a month at a minimum, and that was assuming it was approved. iit was just a fact of life. So he performed his other duties while he waited. One of which was making sure his children were keeping entertained!

Ruckus had reached toddler age. He was already stumbling around the nursery happily. The young child was exploring every nook and cranny and trying to climb up on everything. Bolt had added a few small climbing areas with cushions everywhere to help occupy him and he was still half convinced the kid would break something at some point. Even the Cradle-Guard looked a tad overwhelmed.

By contrast Bunny was sitting there holding her own Guard and watching. The girl had already proved herself quiet. She barely cried, and hadn't said her first words yet. Bolt was pretty sure she could. She just didn't seem to like noise. It didn't escape him that she'd found the furthest area away from her brother.

"I really kinda hope that they don't do the whole red-oni, blue-oni thing." Lilly observed as she reached down and picked up Bunny.

"We'll see." Bolt said neutrally and winced as Ruckus practically backflipped off his climbing perch.

He was so glad he had cushions everywhere. This was not the first time the child had tumbled. It made the kid more enthusiastic rather than less.

"Is your brother being too energetic for you?" Lilly asked her daughter, who blinked several times in response. "Can you say momma?" She continued with hidden laughter. "Poppa? Bunny?"

"Nnnm." The girl made a noise and nuzzled into her mother's side.

"Think that's a no?" Bolt chimed in.

"Not quite. Maybe." Lilly waffled back and forth on it. "Is your first word no?"

"Dventure!" Ruckus shouted and poked his Cradle-Guard. "Ups!" The machine in the shape of a fluffy dog knelt down and he jumped on it. "More Dventure!"

"Where did he get that from?" The boy's mother asked Bolt.

"Not from me. I think he's imitating the educational stories." The young man shook his head as his son rode his toy around the room. "I'm wondering where he's getting the energy."

"Well his name fits so far at least." Lilly said and rocked her daughter. "Ya still being quiet Bun-hun?"

"Nmm."

"Definitely not a no." Lilly confirmed.

Bolt kept himself from chuckling. After a few minutes Ruckus finally popped down and seemed tired enough for a nap, so that was where he went. It was fulfilling to see in a way that nothing else had been. Pity it was going to change soon.

"Got the mech done for the Fridays." Bolt informed his wife.

"Ah." Lilly set Bunny down for her own nap before continuing. "Think they'll back off some?"

"We'll likely see some other attempts to get us to do what they want. We're going to have to do something, but if we can negotiate it right we'll be able to take a contract for battlefield salvage I think." Bolt noted.

Lilly nodded in turn. The simple fact of it was that they had three experts aligned with them now and no visible backers. The Friday Coalition wanted those experts, and an outright no would not result in anything friendly. They were already in the Hexxer crosshairs. The Coalition didn't even have to do anything but back off and imply a few things. At that point there was a decent chance the Hexxers would decide they were a valid target worth taking the travel time to kill.

"The CFA will be leaving soon." Lilly said softly and clenched a fist. "We'll take a contract before then. I've hammered Ark into something that I can trust somewhat. He'll still need a mech, but we can be certain he's reliable enough for work."

"Hmm. All right." Bolt confirmed. "I got the preliminary design for Ark's mech done. We'll need someone above Senior. I think I can have Jeanne do it. She's been hinting she wants a favor done on a project of hers. I think if we offer to have it done here we can justify both experts staying around and heightened defenses."

"That'll do. How's your workload?"

"With Dai and Wu gone, it's worse, but they're still working remotely." Bolt chuckled. "We didn't even consider it until they started to leave and realized they could do most of it on a good connection."

Lilly gave a snort. "Of course. We still need more, but that'll be hard with the new fun on the horizon." She muttered.

Bolt couldn't help his nod. "Least if I get work with the Friday's they'll handle most o' the little stuff."

It wasn't optimal. It wasn't horrible either. The couple didn't exactly like the Friday Coalition pushing them like this, but they disliked the Hexxers more. At least they were going to get paid for their work, and with some effort they could get the planet even more upgraded. It was straddling a sort of Second and Third Rate line, and normally that'd be a problem, but the mercenary focus was helping a lot there. People were in essence treating the planet as a place to rest, recruit, and use it to transition between tiers. It was fairly strange, but also working in the strangest way possible.

Jeanne at least proved amendable to the arrangement when Bolt brought it up after his kid time. Once Bolt saw what she was doing he understood why. It was a fairly revolutionary process that actually pinged off his specialty too. He'd be downright eager to focus completely on it in any other situation. In this case he just provided some input. (Oddly that felt more correct for some reason.)

A few days later Bolt got several messages. The first was a gentle rejection of his mech design. The second was a message accepting his design. The third was a message disputing both the previous ones, requesting he redesign everything.

Bureaucratic processes always required some work. This felt bad even for that. Bolt didn't really have anyone to call to clarify things either. Everything on the contract was automated numbers and clueless bureaucrats that gave him contradictory replies. He ended up taking the entire mess to Kriff in the assumption that he had either the experience or ability to figure out what was going on. Kriff in turn cursed several times and then made a few calls of his own.

It all ended up with Bolt on a call with a Friday General named Takaharu. The man was on the younger side for a general, but seemed competent at least. Bolt wasn't exactly sure why he'd ended up in a call like this, but he was willing to work with it as he detailed the issue and what was going on.

"This looks like designers politics, and paperwork insanity." The man explained after he was done. "I am not even sure you should have gotten the design contract in the first place, but after review I am glad you did so."

"Mind clarifying?" Bolt asked back.

"If you had years I could. Let us just say that several Master Designers have a hold on several areas and that is clashing with normal channels of commissioning work. I will personally greenlight a small deployment of your initial design. We will then proceed with the original contract terms." Takaharu informed him. "Do not expect any master's eyes to see it at any point."

"Ahh." Bolt breathed out. That specific statement said a lot. Designers could get a pretty big ego after all. "That sort of politics."

"It is not as simple as you are likely thinking, but it does likely involve it." The general said and paged through something off screen. "Now, while I have you here, I see a contract offer with your name on a mercenary team? That is unusual for designers."

"You probably know we've been gettin calls from yer people. Me and Lilly are married and where she goes, I go." Bolt explained with a shrug.

Takaharu read something off screen and gave a nod. "I am unsure of why you were not quickly approved to be honest. The forces you're offering are more than standard mercenary groups." He paused and chuckled as he read something. "Oh never mind I found the reason. Someone wanted your expert, Pup. Of course. They are getting quite greedy."

Bolt grimaced at the news. "I suppose that he would seem quite valuable."

"He is, but I will offer and suggest something different. I want to use you as bait." Takaharu held up a hand before Bolt objected. "If your design becomes big, the Hexxers will want you dead. You can do your scavenging like you wanted in your counter proposal, but when you get a hint of someone chasing you then you can fall back to several fortified areas. We will put it in a hidden contract while using your original as a cover."

Bolt frowned. That was a concern wasn't it? "Will they target here instead?"

"If they cannot guarantee you'll respond no. We leave a few traces around several back door information channels and they will focus on you in your carrier in the assumption that you are being risky. Your home is far enough away that they cannot send a casual raid after all, and do have to weight cost vs reward." The general paused and gave Bolt a serious look. "There is no path that does not put people in danger here."

Bolt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Yes, you are right." That proposal was probably the best path here. He'd run it by Lilly and see what she said. They might have to amend one or two things, but it seemed viable at least.
 
That was basically my Nephew and Niece at a certain point in age. Hyper running around everywhere older brother, little sister just cuddled with people all day.
 
I used to baby sit a kid named Simon who once launched himself off an eifel tower lamp like a chubby king kong
My nephew has been doing that sort of base jumping bs since he could walk, autistic little madman lol, it's not even as if the floor is soft or something, damn kids got better spatial awareness than I'll ever have though
 

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