The mech touch

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333 Rifleman Mechs

"Ah, rifleman mechs. I can tell you a lot about them." Marcella smiled as she leaned back on her comfortable chair. "Ranged mechs form the dominant types of mechs in this day and age. Do you know why that is so?"

"The advantages and tactical flexibility afforded by these weapons are too convenient. If not for the proliferation of heavily armored mechs that could close the gap and take them out up close, every mech would be a rifleman or a cannoneer."

Despite this caveat, rifleman mechs formed the core of today's mech doctrine. The rifleman mechs among a unit of mechs dictated their actions.

"Rifleman mechs work best at medium range. Since they explicitly wield external rifles, they have the flexibility to drop their weapons and take up a backup knife, although it's highly inadvisable for them to do so. It's best they take our their opponents before they close in. And unless they are built to snipe, they aren't able to take out distant opponents."

At that range, it would be easy for the target to hide behind cover or dodge incoming shots. Ves tapped the desk with his fingers as he summed up his thoughts.

"Rifleman mechs can be divided into two general categories. You have the run-and-gunners that are meant to fight and shoot on the move, and you have the marksman types that fire their weapons behind cover."

"A fair amount of people in the mech industry believe that's a false dichotomy. Rifleman mechs are vulnerable up close, so the best and most reliable way to fend off any melee mechs is if you can run and remain out of reach of any approaching mechs. Also, it is not as if these high-mobility mechs can remain stationary and use any existing cover to their advantage."

"I don't believe a mech can excel at both, and neither do I believe that a slow and sluggish rifleman mech is automatically a bad design."

He once designed the 2-star Old Soul rifleman virtual mech, which became a cult classic among the local gaming community. The Old Soul's rifle only possessed enough heat capacity to unleash a couple of shots, but all of them landed with a lot of power. Combined with its moderate stealth features, it functioned well in its niche as an ambush predator.

Still, the Old Soul never caught on outside of Cloudy Curtain due to its extreme design choices.

The way Ves intended the mech to be used diverged too wildly from what everyone else thought rifleman mechs should be capable of. Even though Ves had developed a love for this type of mech, it did not fit with what Melkor and the market demanded.

He could only give up on developing a real and modern version of the Old Soul.

Marcella collected some reports from her terminal and transferred them to his comm. "Read these when you have the time. They contain all of the recent sales charts and market trends for rifleman mechs. Right now, ballistic rifleman mechs are surging in sales."

The second way to distinguish rifleman mechs was to look at their weapon types. In the Bright Republic, rifleman mechs either wielded lasers or ballistic rifles. Both of them took an equal share of the market.

Some rifleman mechs possessed optimizations to wield either types without penalty. However, this typically resulted in slightly lower overall performance while costing drastically more, so most of the times, only elite mechs might come with this feature.

"That's odd." Ves rubbed his chin. "The next generation of mechs will be the golden age of lasers. Won't these outfits be better served if they can hire and train their laser specialists?"

"These forces don't have the luxury to dream about their future. They have to secure their present first. Right now, mechs that incorporate laser-resistant armor plating are selling like hot cakes. Your Blackbeak is among their number. Can you tell me why you chose to go for the Veltrex armor system?"

"That's because I'm trying to future proof my design. The Blackbeak won't be too much out of date once the new generation of mechs arrive."

Marcella pointed a finger at him. "Well, you're not the only mech designer who thinks so. Every recent design is future-proofed against laser that it's quite a challenge to find a new design that's geared against withstanding kinetic and explosive damage."

Now he understood her point. "I see now. There's such a slant on laser-resistant mechs that ballistic rifleman mechs must be having their greatest time."

"If you aren't concerned with designing a mech for long-term viability, it's a good idea to design a mech that specializes in ballistic rifles."

Ves firmly shook his head. "I can't do that for the moment. One of the reasons why I'm designing a rifleman mech is because I want to design the perfect machine for one of my relatives. He pilots a laser rifleman mech."

"I see. So you are doing it for another Larkinson."

"I do have a friend who's a decent shot with a ballistic rifle, but he pilots aerial mechs, and that's not something I've got a lot of confidence in designing at this moment."

Dietrich's Harrier was in bad shape, and while it could be repaired, it would never return to its prime. Ves would be more than happy to gift him with a mech of his own design, but the technical challenges of tackling this advanced scared him off.

Even though one of his earliest virtual designs also consisted of a ballistic rifle-wielding aerial mech, the Seraphim was based on a four-hundred year old primitive Fantasia 2R design.

Aerial Mechs had come a long way since then. The vastly increased complexity of a currentgen aerial mech was not something that a dabbler of the arts could dip their toes in. Ves first had to learn to crawl before he could learn to walk.

"Maybe it's easier if you laid out your vision. What kind of rifleman mech are you aiming to design?"

What kind, indeed. "I admit I don't have a solid vision as of yet. I'm still figuring things out. For now, I've only set a couple of parameters. It's going to be landbound, so no fancy flight systems with all the complexity associated with it. It also has be mediumweight but it should be fairly fast and agile. Finally, it should come with compressed armor."

That final portion raised Marcella's interest. "That's going to be fairly controversial, depending on your price point. If you are aiming for the same price tag as your Blackbeak models, then it's only barely acceptable."

"I know. It's not quite cost effective to clad ranged mechs with expensive armor when they hardly form a hindrance due to their lack of thickness. Still, even a thin layer adds a lot to a rifleman mech's survivability. I think the tradeoff is worth it even if the dominant market trend advises against such a design choice."

"So long as you are aware." She said. Marcella didn't seem very eager to argue the point even if she knew it didn't entirely make sense in the current market. "Just be aware that the private market is used to spending up to 40 million credits for a premium rifleman mech at most. You can't charge the same exorbitant prices you charge for your knight models because your buyers already know it costs a lot to add all of that armor."

"I'm not looking to design a mech that conforms to the market. This is a mech that I want my relative to excel in. As long as I succeed and design a good enough rifleman mech, I believe the market will be able to swallow a base price of 50 or 60 million credits."

"Good luck with that."

Ves sounded fairly ambitious when he made that boast, but he fully believed he was capable of reaching such a height. He possessed an abundant amount of Skills and saved up an enormous amount of DP to spend on additional Skills and Masteries.

He particularly looked forward to the latter.

Their discussion lasted for another half hour before he had to go. As Ves stood up and walked back to the elevator, he turned around and left some final parting words.

"About the decision to extend a licensing contract to Vaun, I'll forgive your complicity this once. Don't let me hear you lead the LMC astray again. As a shareholder, I know you are only acting on behalf of your own interests, but don't forget who owns the majority."

Ves turned away and disappeared in the elevator, leaving Marcella slightly perplexed.

Previously, if Ves spoke at her with that tone, she'd dismiss it out of hand. In her eyes, he was a kid after all. It was impossible to feel threatened by a toddler.

This time, Ves had changed.

It took a lot of guts to put a former mech pilot and war veteran like Marcella on guard. Ves somehow managed to make her pressured, if only slightly.

She grinned long after Ves had left her office. "Looks like the kid is growing up."

Ves had little else to do once he left Marcella's brokerage. He figured he could pay a visit at the LMC's branch office, but he had no involvement with what went on there. He remembered from his talks with Jake that the branch office primarily dealt with marketing and after-sales support.

"That's not something I can stick my head in at this time."

He returned to the Barracuda and proceeded to set course for Cloudy Curtain.

At this time, the grand return of the mass expedition to the Glowing Planet had riled up the entire Komodo Star Sector. The incredible harvest made a lot of other states jealous, especially the territories that the Glowing Planet had previously drifted past.

Many states were green with envy at the Bright Republic and the Vesia Kingdom to occupy a majority of the early harvest of the Glowing Planet.

Prices of a number of exotics had already dropped a fair amount. Meanwhile, a large number of newly enriched outfits started placing mass orders for new mechs to replace their losses and bolster their numbers to reflect their newfound wealth.

This newfound surge came just in time for mech manufacturers who feared that the previous spike of sales had already run its course. This new and explosive surge in demand shifted Bentheim's mech industry into a newfound renaissance.

"Everyone is going crazy right now." Ves said to the egg that held Lucky. He stroked its solid bone-like surface with care. "How long are you going to take to level up? It's already more than a week."

Hopefully, Lucky wouldn't take months to finish his evolution. He needed his pet to stand guard when he finally used up his Transcendence Pill. Even though it was a little premature, Ves looked forward to increasing one of his mental attributes past 2.0.

Despite the excitement in the Bentheim System, the Barracuda effortlessly transitioned into FTL at one of Bentheim's Lagrange points. A brief journey later brought the corvette at the edge of his home.

A short time later, the Barracuda finally touched down at Cloudy Curtain's spaceport. Once he entered the armored shuttle, Ves ordered it to bring him to the upcoming manufacturing complex.

Once the shuttle and its escorts flew halfway around the rural planet, they eventually reached an expansive construction site.

A massive site had been cleared in the middle of a lightly forested plain. Picture-esque mountains surrounded the site in the distance, providing the location with an ample amount of peace and harmony underneath the planet's everpresent cloud cover.

Dozens of contractors from Bentheim worked together with the security and construction specialists of SASS to erect a majestic set of offices and fortifications aboveground. Naturally, bots of various shapes and sizes did all the heavy lifting.

This was merely the tip of the iceberg. Ves knew that a lot more bots and people excavated and reinforced the chambers dug underneath the soil. All of the actual production happened several kilometers below ground, more than enough to shield the vulnerable production equipment against incidental raids and bombardment.

"Still, it won't do any good if a giant tunneling machine like the Gregarious Wrath decides to knock on my doors."

There was a limit to everything. Ves believed that a tunneling machine the size of a capital ship should be rather unique. The Vesians wouldn't bother to deploy an equivalent war machine to mess up his production facilities.

Not with Bentheim next door.

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Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy - Chapter 322

"Do you want to go to the Tiger sect today as well?" Ma Rong asked.

"Oh, can I, Master? I really learn a lot there," Alex said. 

"Okay, sure. Go, but come back when it's time for your match," Ma Rong said. 

"Thank you, Master. Brother Wan, good luck on your battle," Alex said and left. 

Fu Zhen had let them know that the next match was going to be the Top 32's battle, So Alex had some time to spare before his Maze run. 

"Good Morning Master, Sister," Alex greeted Wen Cheng and Luo Mei when he got to the Tiger sect's seating area.

"Oh, you are finally here, junior brother.. I thought you wouldn't come since you had a competition today," Luo Mei said. 

"Oh right, you are taking part in the same match as little Ma aren't you? The Maze run," Wen Cheng asked. 

"Oh, brother Ma is taking part in Maze run too?" Alex asked as he looked towards the red-haired Yang Ma. 

"That's a funny coincidence. Don't worry, bother Yu Ming. I will help you in the competition," Yang Ma said. 

Luo Mei's eyes got serious for a second as she stared towards Yang Ma. Yang Ma in return got a little timid and slouched back. 

"Good Morning ladies and gentlemen, on this fine day that might end up becoming the final day of the competition. I, your host Fu Zhen, am back to tell you about today's competition."

"We will first have the Single Battles between the Top 32 followed by a Maze escaping competition and finally ending with the remaining Single battles." 

"Here are the remaining fighters in the Top 32. To improve your experience of the fight, we have now decided to give you something else aside from the name and sect alone," Fu Zhen spoke. 

Suddenly, a massive screen with the Top 32 names in the brackets appeared on the screen. It was all the same as yesterday since they were all separated into four groups. However, as Fu Zhen said, there was something else there this time. 

"I guess that is to be expected. They did the same thing last year too," Wen Cheng said. 

"In fact, I was surprised they didn't do it last time," Luo Mei said. 

Alex looked at the screen with the 32 different names. Under each name was the name of the sect they belonged to, as well as their cultivation base. 

'Luo Mei, Tiger sect, 6th Mind Tempering realm,' Alex read the words written for his senior sister. 

Du Yuhan was in the 3rd realm and Yang Ma was in the 2nd realm. In fact, everyone was in the Mind tempering realm. From what Alex could see, the highest one was the 7th Mind Tempering realm. It belonged to a disciple called Chu Xiang of the Royal Fu academy. 

"Thankfully the strongest one is in the Group D. Our disciples would have been in trouble otherwise," One of the elder said from the side. 

"Yes. Luo Mei, your opponent should be an easy one. Take care of them quickly and return," Wen Cheng said. 

Alex looked back at the brackets and saw that Luo Mei's opponent was a disciple of a sect called the Blue Rose sect. The disciple's cultivation base was only at the 1st realm of Mind Tempering. This would be an easy victory for Luo Mei. 

And so the battles started. 

The first match was between the Earth element using disciple of the Honor sect who was in 2nd Realm of Mind Tempering, and the disciple from the Myriad sect who herself was in the 2nd realm of Mind Tempering not to mention her beasts who were also in the same realm. 

A lizard-like tattoo on her forehead glowed and a crocodile came out of it. The 2v1 battle went on for a while with the Honor Sect disciple attacking with as much earth element as he could, but he was never able to harm the crocodile, let alone pierce its skin. 

As such, the Myriad Beast disciple won easily. 

Luo Mei's match wasn't even a match. Her opponent, the sword-wielding girl didn't have any chance against her and quickly lost. 

Between the 3rd Mind Tempering realm disciple of the Lesser Immortal sect and the third Mind Tempering realm disciple of the True Wisdom sect, the battle was the most fun yet. They were both elemental users and neither could get the upper hand. 

In the end, the disciple of the Lesser Immortal sect had to use what looked t be his strongest skill and won the match. 

The next match was between the Golden Eagle sect and Royal Fu Academy. The disciple of the Golden Eagle sect was at a respectable 3rd Mind Tempering realm, but the disciple of the Royal Fu Academy was at the 5th realm of Mind Tempering realm. 

The disciple from the Royal Fu Academy didn't even have to use much of his strength before winning against his opponent. 

With that, the fights of Group A were complete. Without any delay, the fights of Group B were started. 

"Oh god, this is going to be a problem," Wen Cheng said as he looked at the bracket hovering mid-air. It brightly glowed the 4 people who had won previously and showed that they moved on to the Top 16. 

"Cloud Valley sect… that's the beast taming sect, right? The one Elder Xian was from," Alex asked. 

"Yes. Poor Yuhan is going to have a hard time. All of his opponents are in the 3rd Mind Tempering realm, not to mention the 4th Mind Tempering realm the disciple from the Royal Fu Academy. I wouldn't be surprised if he lost now," Wen Cheng said. 

Alex looked at the match-up and saw Du Yuhan walk onto the stage along with the light blue robe wearing Cloud Valley disciple. 

Alex remembered what Du Yuhan said and remembered his determination at the time. He remembered his will to be the strongest. Such a man losing so early on— Alex just couldn't see that happening at all. 

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The Mech Touch

The Mech Touch summary:

The Age of Mechs has arrived! Unfortunately, Ves Larkinson lacked the genetic aptitude to become a famed mech pilot. Fighting against his fate, he studied engineering in order to become the best mech designer and make his father proud. When Ves graduated from college, he returned to a new but empty boutique. His dad had disappeared. Left with a small, newly founded mech workshop that his father painstakingly setup using not only his savings but also a healthy heaping of debt, Ves somehow needs to make ends meet with the bank breathing down his neck. No pilot with a brain would buy a mech from a no-name manufacturer. Ves seemed doomed to bankruptcy and lose his father's hard-earned work. Then he found salvation from another legacy his father had left. "Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech." *** This story is only available on and All other versions of this story are posted without my permission.

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"As much as I fault Ves for killing a lot of Vandals, I dont think its a good idea to put someone else in charge." Commander Orfan said. "We all depend on his mechs. Our clan wouldnt be as great as it is now without his ambitions. Im fine with letting him run everything so long as he promises we wont throw ourselves in another senseless adventure like this one."

The air in the conference room had become charged, and not just due to the jamming that suffused the compartment. Venerable Jannzis insistence on taking Ves to account sparked an argument where the expert pilots seriously discussed whether they should support the current clan patriarch.

Commander Dise spoke next. "Only power matters. Whether youre in the frontier or in the middle of a peaceful state, this rule has never changed. Spending resources on soft, weak and complacent troops is not only a waste, but will weaken us as a whole. Just look at the performance of the Living Sentinels in the Battle of Ulimo Citadel and the Battle against the Abyss. Its not a surprise they died in droves."

"The Living Sentinels were never supposed to fight in offensive actions like the previous battle!" Venerable Jannzi objected to Dise. "Ves misrepresented his goals and sold a false narrative to the clan. The Sentinels are worse off by far because their mission is different from ours! All of the fiascos that took place since we entered the Gap reflect a failure in the leadership of our clan. The patriarch has too much power and the Executive Council hasnt done anything!"

Major Verle shook his head. "You cant have too many leaders in charge during wartime situations. The moment our task force entered the Nyxian Gap, we followed the command of one indisputable leader, as is proper. We put our faith in him, and he has delivered, more or less. With multiple people in charge, any differences in opinion during battle can prove fatal. During critical moments, it is better to make a bad decision than no decision at all. In that respect, Ves has proven to be more than qualified due to his decisiveness and ability to maintain his wits under fire."

"I agree." Venerable Joshua enthusiastically nodded. "The clan patriarch is the sole person who is propping up the clan. Lets face it. Hes responsible for everything and the entire reason why people like me have been able to transform our lives. I knew what I was getting into when I was signing up for the Larkinson instead of enlisting in the Mech Corps. If I chose differently back then, then I would have remained a worthless, normal mech pilot in a devastated state controlled by its neighbors. Im truly grateful for Patriarch Ves for brightening my future. We all knew that the opportunity to increase our status wasnt going to be easy."

The tension between Venerable Joshua and Venerable Jannzi had steadily risen throughout the contentious meeting. Neither of them showed any inkling of affection between the two. Ves already guessed that a breakup might happen as soon as today.

Everyone looked at Venerable Tusa. He had mostly sided with Jannzi so far, but he didnt sound as strident.

"I think both sides have a point." Tusa stated. "There are plenty of clansmen who remained safe and sound at home. The Larkinsons who joined our task force did so knowingly that they might die. Yet they did so anyway because Ves dangled a juicy carrot in front of them, only for them to miss the minefield they were walking into. I think this entire sequence of events has exposed many shortcomings in how we run our clan. We need to implement some reforms to make sure that we wont ever suffer losses as severe again."

The expert pilots did not manage to come to a consensus. Ves tentatively figured he could count on the support of Venerable Orfan, Venerable Dise and Venerable Joshua.

Venerable Jannzi sounded as if she would be happy to see Ves resign from his position, while Venerable Tusa also wanted to see some change.

Seeing that the other expert pilots failed to nudge the two dissenters, Ves knew that it was time for him to step in and resolve this situation.

He abruptly stood up. Every expert pilot looked at him with expectation.

It was difficult for normal people to face so many expert pilots, but Ves did so with a domineering posture.

"I built each of you." He began as he stared in all of their eyes. "None of you could have reached your current level of strength without my mechs, my funding, my clan and other arrangements. As far as Im concerned, your rise and the emergence of another batch of expert candidates vindicates my approach!"

Not everyone agreed with that, but Ves continued to speak.

"Do you know how much blood, sweat and tears other people shed in order to achieve this result? Trillions of mech pilots fight and die in order to better their circumstances and reach a higher rank. There are many people who are content to remain average throughout their lives, but the members of our clan are different!"

Ves activated his comm and projected some footage from the Red Ocean Dwarf Galaxy. A panorama of strange new planets, boundless resource deposits and pioneering fleets dazzled everyones eyes.

"This is our future and our ticket to greatness!" He claimed. "This is where the Larkinson Clan shall truly rise. Everything we did up until now has brought us closer to this goal. If we did not push ourselves so hard, we would have never made enough progress. We needed to go above and beyond to earn the merits needed to pass through the inter-galactic gate, and we did that. We needed to accumulate strength in order to tackle our current and future challenges, and we have succeeded beyond our wildest dreams."

He manipulated his comm and displayed a different set of footage. This time, his comm projected some footage of expert mechs in action.

Whether in space or on land, these dazzling machines unleashed powerful attacks or moved faster than the fastest light mechs. None of the expert pilots were able to resist the allure of obtaining such a powerful machine. Jannzi was no exception!

"Let me inform you of a fantastic new development." Ves smirked. "As you know, it is not easy to obtain an expert mech. Not even I can design such an advanced machine. It is for this reason that I have been in talks with Master Moira Willix of the Mech Trade Association. She has shown interest in co-designing your expert mechs. As long as I leverage my good relationship with her, I might be able to gain her help!"

"Really?!" Joshua burst out. "Will the MTA really design our expert mechs?!"

The reputation of the MTA was stellar. Everyone knew that the MTA employed the best mech designers and designed the best mechs. There was no way that any average mech pilot would be able to remain calm if what Ves said was true!

"Nothing is definitive yet." Ves cautiously said. "Friendly or not, it isnt easy to convince an MTA Master Mech Designer. However, we have contributed significantly to the security of the Komodo Star Sector with our deeds. Knocking out Ulimo Citadel and ridding the Nyxian Gap of some very dangerous warships has allowed us to earn a lot of merits and favors from the Association!"

Everyone began to dream about their future expert mechs. Ves paid special attention to Venerable Tusa, who happened to show the greatest longing.

Of all the expert pilots at the table, he was the only one who completely lost his mech. The Inexorable One smashed his converted light mech into pieces, and so far the search and rescue parties were still combing over the battlefield to recover some of the debris!

In that battle, Tusa experienced the helplessness of piloting a weak mech. While there was nothing egregious about the Blueshift, the pared-down Bright Warrior mech simply failed to meet his demands. It was too slow, too sluggish and too fragile!

Ves could already see the wheels turning in his male cousins head.

As expected!

Nothing attracted an expert pilot more than obtaining a suitable expert mech!

When he shifted his gaze to Venerable Jannzi, he could see she was also tempted.

"Venerable Jannzi, the Shield of Samar deserves the best." He softly spoke. "Dont you want your personal mech to enjoy the best treatment? I made your mech. I know what it wants. The Shield of Samar wishes to become as great as Qilanxo. Together with Master Willix, I can fulfill its wish. Once it passes through the MTA Masters hands, your mech will become so strong that you can use your own strength to prevent future tragedies!"

He could see his words having an effect on her mind. Expert pilots such as Jannzi believed in their own strength. They wouldnt be so willful if that was the case. Having a good expert mech that complemented and enhanced their piloting ability was one of their persistent obsessions!

"What expert mech would you like to pilot? Think about it. With Master Willix presiding over their designs, the possibilities are endless."

Ten minutes later, the expert pilots left the conference room in a daze. Each of them were too preoccupied with dreaming about their expert mechs to think about the meeting.

Only Venerable Jannzi managed to hold back her urges. She glowered at Ves. "Well played."

"This isnt a game, Jannzi." Ves gently pushed back. "I have always tried to better the clan in one way or another. The sacrifices we made have pleased the MTA. Cleansing the Nyxian Gap of so many evil and destructive elements has effectively earned us the support of Master Willix. This alone will bring numerous benefits to our clan."

She glared at him for some time before she wordlessly rose from her seat and exited the conference room.

"Well, you survived, more or less." Major Verle finally sighed as the force of wills impacting his mind moved away.

Calabast did not look as optimistic. "Venerable Jannzi will remain a thorn at your side. She likes your mechs but despises you as a leader. Shes struggling inside. She knows that you are the best, and only mech designer who can keep improving the Shield of Samar. That traps her."

That sounded bad to Ves. "Expert pilots perform the best when they are free to pursue their ideals. If she is struggling with her conscience, then her development might stall. That is bad for our clan."

"Is it, sir?" Major Verle questioned. "The way I see it, Venerable Jannzi will always be opposed to your agenda. There is no reason to go out of your way to accommodate her. Shes not indispensable anymore now that we have four other expert pilots. Dont forget about our new expert candidates either. Each of them can replace her one day."

Calabast looked concerned. "Venerable Jannzi has earned a lot of renown in the clan. Its not wise to attack her directly. We should employ subtler means to diminish her influence. For example, we can raise the status of compliant expert pilots. Train them. Show them that they will be rewarded if they stand behind your back. You can give them priority on expert mechs, allowing them to improve faster than the naysayers."

This was a way of leveraging his power to compel the expert pilots to follow his lead. As the main mech designer of the Larkinson Clan, Ves pretty much controlled every mech his clansmen used. This was especially the case for expert mechs, as they each required his involvement in order to be designed and built at great expense.

"These are good methods. Ill think about it. Thank you for your advice. In any case, Venerable Jannzi failed to gain the support of her fellow expert pilots. This is a pretty good outcome."

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Touch the mech

Literature / The Mech Touch

"Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech."

The Age of Mechs has descended upon humanity. Despite only 3.5 percent of humanity possessing the right genetics to use the neural interfaces that make piloting them possible, mechs have seeped into every facet of human society. Nation-states across the galaxy utilize these mass-produced humanoid machines for war, even as the masses worship them through broadcasts, games, and media.

Ves Larkinson is an anomaly—coming from an esteemed line of mech pilots who had served in the Bright Republic's renowned Mech Corps, he had always dreamed of following in his father's footsteps to become a mech pilot himself. His dream was cut short when it was revealed that he was one of the 96.5 percent; the only one in his family to be doomed to be one of the countless "plebians" who would never set foot into a mech's cockpit.

Refusing to accept his fate, Ves struggles through college to study mech design. He graduates and returns home to find his father missing, an empty workshop purchased in his name, and a mountain of debt.

Too stubborn to rely on his noble relatives to shoulder the debt, Ves finds the solution to his problems in the last gift his father left for him.

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  • Caped Mecha: Ves is forced to find a way to add a cape onto his design for the "Marc Antony" after his second customer, a spoiled noble, forcefully requests him to.
  • Disappeared Dad: Ves's father disappears at the beginning of the story, leaving only the Mech Designer System in his son's hands. Justified—Ves's father is on the run from mysterious enemies for undisclosed reasons.
  • Empathic Weapon: The X-Factor is an unproven theory on how mechs are, in some way, alive. Ves scoffs at the idea until the Mech Designer System allows him to stumble headfirst into it early into his career. Later on, Ves learns how to channel his creativity and passion into his designs to increase the X-Factor of his mechs for pilots to synchronize with.
  • Fem Bot: The first design that Ves gets his hands on is the outdated Fantasia 2R—a thin, light mech in the form of a slim supermodel in skimpy clothing, to his irritation since its light design would be hard to tinker with.
  • Humongous Mecha: Giant, humanoid mechs dominate every part of the many human nations scattered across space. Mech pilots are looked up to as "nobles" by the the masses, and famous mech designers are treated like celebrities.
  • I Call It "Vera": Ves, overwhelmed by emotion, gives the first mech he makes in reality the name "Phoenix Cry," despite not being the mech's pilot. Thankfully, his customer likes the name and decides to keep it.
  • Mad Scientist: While most mech designers are merely considered eccentric, some mech designers can become dangerously unhinged and psychopathic in the pursuit of their vision, often breaking the MTA's set rules and regulations in the process.
    • The Skull Architect is a renegade mech designer driven to the frontier who has murdered in the pursuit of his designs' perfection and whom Ves meets during his war assignment to the Flagrant Vandals.
  • Perpetual Poverty: Ves's initial days as a mech designer have him barely keep himself afloat as he attempts to make a name for himself in the highly competitive mech industry on top of dealing with debt. Later subverted with the success of the Living Mech Corporation to earn billions of credits yearly on the sales of his designs.
  • Real Robot Genre: Mechs are commonly mass produced and used for warfare, mercenary work, and piracy, though hand-made, custom luxury mechs also exist. The idea that mechs might somehow be alive in some way is looked down on, although Ves has found signs to the contrary...
  • Sudden Game Interface: The Mech Designer System suddenly hijacks Ves' wrist communicator, granting him the ability to upgrade his stats, complete missions, and access a lottery among other things in exchange for Design Points or DP.
  • Virtual Training Simulation: Mech pilots regularly use virtual training simulation pods in order to practice their skills. Ves also finds his initial success developing mech variants for use in virtual reality mech dueling games, which are also commonly used by mech pilots in order to sharpen their skills.
15 Games Where You Control A Giant Mech

And she understood him and forgave him. Dreams of a quiet village life collapsed, but they left the hope that Roman would still be her man, even if not as a husband. She decided that when she arrives in the village in the summer before entering the university, she will definitely give herself to Roman. And here she is in the.

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My clitoris, unable to withstand the double onslaught, instantly surrendered at the mercy of the winner, unleashing powerful raging streams of orgasm on me. Having come to. My senses, I put on my light long raincoat, which was previously in a bag, buttoned up so that my wet trousers were not visible, and ten minutes later I was at home.

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