"I’m bored!"
A certain figure slumped on a sturdy, specialized hover chair. The man rubbed his rough stubble as his chair spun around in a circle. He looked frustratingly at his quarters, wishing he could stand up and sit on his couch or lie on his bed without requiring the aid of the bots integrated in his unwieldy chair.
"Nyeow."
Minxie jumped on the tray that was placed above the l.a.p and began to settle on it like it was her personal perch. Her fluffy white tail swished back and forth as the chair stopped spinning.
This was what Vincent’s life amounted to these days.
"I’m supposed to be a heroic expert candidate!" He lanted. "Why am I being treated this way? I should be going on parades and earn the appreciation and worship of my friends. I shouldn’t be confined to my chair and be unable to do anything that requires to stand. I’m not even allowed to pilot a ch!"
"Nyeow..."
The cat completely disregarded his feelings and dozed off. While the feline thought it was strange that one of the humans who took care of her was stuck in a chair all the ti, she still got her usual scratches, so everything was fine as far as she was concerned.
"If you want your new legs to be attached to your body without complications, you better do as the doctors say." A female voice warned.
Raella Larkinson entered their quarters with a stern face. Even though she was facing an expert candidate who confronted the Trost head-on, there was no awe to be found in her expression.
She wore a formal business uniform that made her look professional and formal. Despite the sudden drop of ch pilots in the clan, interest in the Larkinson ch Gas Circuit only increased.
The Battle of Reckoning served as a giant wakeup call to all of the complacent clansn. They learned that as long as they adopted the Larkinson na, their fates beca bound to the fortunes of the clan.
An enemy that targeted the clan also threatened the lives of every individual mber. Even though it sounded obvious, during the Nyxian Gap Campaign most of the non-combatants were never exposed to any danger.
This was different!
Becoming a part of an expeditionary fleet ant that every Larkinson beca exposed to the sa threat.
If they lived on a planet in a cozy little state, then the loss of the combat forces wouldn’t have been able to threaten their lives, at least under normal circ.u.mstances.
Yet because they lived and worked alongside the sa Larkinsons who ventured out for battle, the civilians and support personnel within the clan had nowhere to run in the event their soldiers lost!
Though certain people such as Raella thought that this kind of thinking was silly, she was glad that her fellow clansn beca less naive.
Her days would only get busier in the upcoming months when the Larkinson Clan was slated to undergo another rapid expansion.
That ant she had less ti to spend with Vincent, not that she minded that. Ever since her boyfriend lost his legs, he had beco a lot more tedious to be around with. They were no longer able to do many activities together because his disability got in the way.
Vincent looked at his lower body in distress for the umpteenth ti. The stumps of his legs were rcifully hidden from his sight, but there were monts in his day where he couldn’t avoid looking at it. Just a glimpse was enough for him to recall the mont his ch crumpled inwards when it collided straight into an expert ch!
According to the ch technicians that inspected his ruined ch after the battle, he had co very close to losing another ’leg’. If the force of the collision was just a tiny bit stronger, if the front of his c.o.c.kpit pressed against his body just a centiter or two deeper, then he didn’t even know whether he wanted to continue living!
"Have you asked the big man whether he can do anything about the Adonis Colossus?"
His girlfriend directed a stony glare at him. "Hell no. Why would I do that? Our patriarch doesn’t need to waste his ti on fixing up your stupid old ch. I did approach Ketis, though. Even though she seems to be preparing to go on a trip, she did a favor and approached a number of her colleagues."
"And?"
Raella shook her head. "No one has any ti to fix up your ch. The assistant ch designers are all being worked to the bone in the Design Departnt. Their design projects are way behind schedule and Gloriana is practically hounding them to complete their work. Even after they are done with their current projects, there will be new ones that will occupy their ti as well. What they do over there is much more exciting than trying to reconstruct the Adonis Colossus."
In other words, the only people who were skilled and knowledgeable enough to restore his personal ch to a working condition didn’t want to work on his ch. They all looked down on his manly ch!
"Damn! If I had legs, they wouldn’t have dismissed out of hand. I’m no good now that I can’t stand anymore!"
"Don’t be such a w.h.i.n.er, Vincent. Your legs will co in due ti. It will only take a couple more weeks to finish their growth and make sure they fit your body well enough. The doctors can’t rush this process any further."
Vincent scowled. "These docs are too incompetent. I heard that the organ doctors based in Prosperous Hill IV can grow out an entire limb within an hour and attach it to a body in the very sa day!"
"That’s because the Lifers excel in this aspect. The very best specialists in this area are at the forefront of their research fields. Do you think these highly-regarded researchers can be approached so easily? Hah! They’re superstars in their own circle. Just like how Ves can’t be bothered with trivial matters, you can forget about catching their attention with your boring little request. Just sit in your chair honestly and wait for your new limbs to be ready."
Even though Vincent had already spent weeks after he was discharged from the dical bay in this condition, he didn’t know whether he could go on for another day in this condition.
Due to safety concerns, he wasn’t allowed to pilot a ch or enter a simulator pod either. The doctors ntioned a bunch of theories about how his brain structure would get confused about having legs when his actual pair was gone and how that might screw up his body coordination after he finally gained his new limbs.
It was all confusing to him, but the only answer he rembered was that he wasn’t allowed to do anything related to chs!
This was incredibly frustrating!
"I can’t even do anything over here!" He w.h.i.n.ed. "I’m an expert candidate. There’s an itch inside that urges to pilot a ch all the ti. I have so many new ideas, but I can’t do anything but play them out in my mind."
"Oh you poor baby." Raella approached and kissed him on the cheek before petting him on his head. His dirty blond hair beca ssed up due to her ministration. "Would you like to spoon feed you while you are at it? You’re such a brave and heroic expert candidate."
"Nyeow~" Minxie purred as she dove her head in a bowl laid out on the table.
"I need a new ch like the Adonis Colossus." Vincent said as he took a bite out of his juicy steak.
Fortunately, his body condition didn’t prevent him from eating food like normal people.
"Hmm?" Realla looked up from her own al. "You’d be facing the sa problem as before. There is a huge list of priorities over at the Design Departnt. There’s no way that any of their ch designers have any ti to address your needs."
"I’m not trying to get them to work on my ch straight away. I just want to experience what I had with the Adonis Colossus once again in a modern second-class ch. It doesn’t have to be a full custom piece like before. I just want Ves to make a manly ch that makes feel powerful again."
"I can pull so strings to allow you to purchase any ch for sale in Prosperous Hill VI."
"It’s not the sa! I can barely tolerate piloting other chs!"
"Not even the new Bright Warrior Version B?"
"That’s a great ch in its own right, but it’s not.. masculine, you get what I’m saying? Just look at its waist. There’s no bulge to be found in that area!"
"Is that how you judge chs these days? You don’t care about their cost, performance or ch type. Your eyes just lower straight to their crotch, is that right?"
"Don’t misunderstand , babe. I pay attention to all of that stuff as well. It’s just that even if everything falls in line with my needs, if the ch is not to my taste, I won’t be able to get my groove on. Almost every ch is designed in a way that shows no regard to the matter I care about the most. Ves was the only ch designer who understood as a man! The Adonis Colossus is such a masterpiece to that I really can’t imagine going back to piloting a normal ch."
"You sound like you’re addicted."
Vincent thumped his c.h.e.s.t with his palm. "Maybe I am. So what? I beca an expert candidate with the help of the Adonis Colossus. That ch just sung to when I was fighting against the Trost back then. When I went through apotheosis or whatever it’s called, and the Adonis beca one during that critical mont. Do you know what I was thinking about when I lded my heart and soul with my living ch?"
"You needed a bigger codpiece?"
"We both wanted to beco heroes!" The injured expert candidate claid. "We both wanted to save the day, attract everyone’s admiration and enjoy life at its greatest by bedding the loves of our lives!"
Raella rolled her eyes until she suddenly frowned.
"What do you an with that last bit?"
Vincent paused and lowered his head. "It’s so sad, don’t you think? The Adonis Colossus died a v.i.r.g.i.n. In its short ti of existence, it never really got to enjoy the touch of a female ch. Every ti I piloted it, my ch would always beco more excited whenever a Valkyrie Redeer flew close. There’s just sothing about the contours of that Hexer ch that caused my Adonis to heat up a bit, both literally and figuratively. It’s too bad it will never have the chance to experience life at its most splendid mont!"
"You.. I think you need to see a therapist."
"I’m not crazy! I know what I’m talking about! Our chs are alive, aren’t they? You recently piloted one of the prototypes, so you should know that this is true. Well, let tell you that they have the sa wants and needs as any human. They take after us in a way. What’s sad is that unlike us humans, they can’t seduce each other on their own accord. They need the cooperation of their ch pilots to relieve their urges. We should do sothing about it. Don’t you think that’s a great idea?"
"HELL NO!"
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