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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.
 

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