Ethics played a significant role in the rules and regulations set up by the Mech Trade a.s.sociation. Born from the embers of the Age of Conquest, the MTA along with the CFA attempted to impose order on the loose rules against genocide, reckless human experimentation and other crimes against humanity.

From the ground up, the MTA envisioned mechs as a more restrained weapon of war that served the interests of the people instead of the opposite.

Mechs had to be proportional, selective and above all else avoid any possible harm to their own wielders.

The emerging cla.s.s of potentates enjoyed an elevated status in society. As current and potential mech pilots, each of them were precious and deserved to be treated with reverence.

As for the mech designers that sprung up to accommodate the demands of the mech pilots, their most fundamental goal was to help the pilots fight better. In the overwhelming majority of cases, the interests of the mech designer largely overlapped with the interests of the mech pilots.

They both wanted their mechs to be the best!

Right now, the Soulless Priest demanded the opposite from Ves. If he understood his a.s.signment correctly, then he was expected to work on a torture device in the form of a mech!

"Do you realize the significance of what is being asked of me?"

"We do." The crone replied in an amusing tone, as if lives weren't at stake here. "You are expected to comply. We care nothing for the strictures of the MTA in this region of s.p.a.ce. Only the will of Haatumak reigns supreme in this Temple!"

Crazies! Obviously, the fanatics like to make light of the gravity of the situation.

"What are the exact parameters of my a.s.signment?"

Acolyte Villis silently transferred a bunch of virtual doc.u.ments to his comm. They outlined various demands and restrictions that diverged substantially from what was expected of a normal mech.

The Soulless Priest bestowed the salvaged lancer mech before him with the name of Evaporating Spear. It had been picked up from some abandoned debris field in s.p.a.ce a couple of months ago, but hadn't been worked on until a few weeks ago, when it had been a.s.signed to serve as Acolyte Gien's Redemption mech.

A mech designer before Ves made a lot of progress in restoring the Evaporating Spear. However, various parts still needed to be refurbished or tweaked before the mech regained

Ves did not have much time or resources at his disposal. He had access to an internal sc.r.a.pheap where the Temple of Haatumak stored the loose salvage they picked up over the years. Many of those rusted wrecks and parts were in awful condition.

That was already bad enough, but the restrictions he faced were arguably worse. The mech the Soulless Priest expected from him needed to be battle worthy enough to battle out a duel in s.p.a.ce. However, Ves had to do so while working with the special c.o.c.kpit with the modified neural interface!

As someone who received a few tutoring lessons on neural interfaces, he understood enough of the technical details to know what a travesty the Soulless Priest had produced!

The tampering done to the neural interface looked like a nightmare to Ves. The depraved Senior manipulated the connections that moderated the flow of data between the mech pilot and the mech and damaged the filters that were supposed to block unwanted noise from polluting the channels.

Basically, it was as if the Soulless Priest broke the processing plant that prevent polluted water from flowing into the pipes conveying clean water to various households. The various acts of tampering had systematically disabled enough filters that raw sewage began to leak out into the flow of clean water!

Deviously, the polluted signals channeled by the neural interface wouldn't kill a mech pilot instantly. Instead, they'd overload their brains while heating it up to dangerous levels. Simultaneously, the noisy signals wracked with junk data and other nonsense would make it harder for Acolyte Gien to maintain effective control over the Evaporating Spear!

In fact, at its current state, the Evaporating Spear was basically uncontrollable! It would be as if a promising mech pilot with a B-grade genetic apt.i.tude devolved into a near-cripple with a pathetic E-grade genetic apt.i.tude!

"The increased difficulty in piloting the Evaporating Spear has effectively reached a three-strep drop from the mech pilot's original genetic apt.i.tude!"

Ves could still work with a mech pilot with an E-grade apt.i.tude, but the problem was that according to the doc.u.ments he received, Acolyte Gien only possessed a C-grade apt.i.tude!

"From C to D is one step. From D to E is another step. E to F is the third step. It only takes three steps to go from average to disaster!"

What was the significance of an F-grade genetic apt.i.tude? Ves possessed the exact same grade! In fact, up to 96.5 percent of every human in the galaxy shared this apt.i.tude!

"d.a.m.nit, how can this Soulless Priest foist me upon a mech which effectively turns its intended pilot into a norm?!"

"Remember, Mr. Larkinson, you are not allowed to touch the c.o.c.kpit at all." the old acolyte reminded him from the side. She had been observing Ves all this while as he started to take in the immensity of this a.s.signment. "While the Soulless One does not demand the Evaporating Priests to win the upcoming Redemption Duel, it must exhibit a worthy struggle! Haatumak will not be pleased if the Evaporating Spear is defeated within seconds because Acolyte Gien failed to move his mech!"

He groaned. Ves wanted to cry out that this a.s.signment was impossible, yet he held back his protests. The Soulless Priest knew what he was doing. Ves wouldn't be able to change his mind on this matter.

Rather than waste his limited time by bleating about the unfairness of it all, Ves would rather move on and make some progress.

"I have another question." He asked the acolyte. "You said the Redemption Duel is a second chance for the winner to live, but how is that possible? The amount of data channeled by the tampered neural interface will irreversibly damage the mech pilot's central nervous system! Even if Acolyte Gien wins the duel, he'll end up as a brain-dead vegetable!"

Acolyte Villis barely stirred from underneath her robe. "You are not responsible for the aftermath. You are only responsible for preparing Acolyte Gien's mech for battle. We have given you access to the tools and means to fulfill your mission."

"What's in it for me? How does my work benefit the Vandals?"

Ves hadn't been paying too much attention to the previous negotiation with the Coinlord, so he wasn't sure why he needed to play along in the first place.

"Insure that Acolyte Gien wins the Redemption Duel, and we will shower you with rewards. Not only will we charge ten percent less K-coins for the services we provide, you are also ent.i.tled to a personal boon from the Soulless Priest himself!"

"What does this personal boon entail?" Ves asked with a frown. "No offense, but I'm not sure I want anything to do with the Soulless Priest. We are not exactly alike."

Certainly, the ten percent discount was a significant reward to the Vandals, but Ves did not care too much about their budgetary concerns. The Flagrant Vandals recently defeated the Castle Breakers during their visit to the Mancroft Independent Harbor. Fencing the spoils with the help of the Omen of Misfortune must have netted the Vandals a couple of billion of credits.

Right now, the Vandals shouldn't be too short on liquid funds.

"Remember that you will be competing against a rival guest, who will be preparing the mech of Acolyte Gien's opponent." She said as she summoned a small projection from her comm. "Your rival will be competing for the same reward, one that is coveted by many among the designers of the frontier."

The projection beamed from her comm displayed a fancy-looking invitation card. It allowed its bearer to become initiated in an exclusive black market society called the Angel's Wing Foundation. A stylized angel wing that transitioned from white to black served as their symbol.

He had never heard of this particular club before. "What is the Angel's Wing Foundation?"

The acolyte cackled. "A true son and daughter of the frontier never asks that question! You ask what the Angel's Wing Foundation does? Silly! The Foundation is one of the most exclusive invitation-only black markets in the galactic rim! Their reach stretches across tens of thousands of lightyears! Their black markets are physically present in so many star sectors that they can smuggle anything that can be found in the galactic rim to your doorstep!"

Ves became truly intrigued now. "The Foundation trades in anything? What about mechs? Technologies? Exotics? Slaves?"

"The Foundation does not dabble in the sorts of goods that mech designers are interested in." The Acolyte responded in an amused tone. "Yet before you shake your head and turn away, know that the Foundation is one of the most premier sources of anything biological. It offers the finest gene mod templates, gene boost elixirs, rare and powerful exobeasts and exoflora, biological implants and much, much more!"

Though Ves appeared incredibly excited at what he heard, inwardly he felt a chill. This sounded exactly like something the Five Scrolls Compact would run!

He felt rather strange to hear Acolyte Villis praise the Foundation so enthusiastically. Her enthusiasm for s.h.i.+lling the Foundation matched her devotion to Haatumak.

"The Angel's Wing Foundation sounds like an impressive marketplace. How hard is it to obtain their invitation?"

"Extremely hard. This is a chance that you can only meet, but never seek out. If our Church was not a supplier for the Foundation, we wouldn't be able to extend an invitation to you as a reward for completing your a.s.signment."

Rewarding Ves with an invitation sounded incredibly generous for the Church of Haatumak. If he hadn't suspected that the Church and the Foundation were backed by the same shadow organization, then he would have been grateful for the generous reward.

As it was, Ves figured this was just a case of the left hand pa.s.sing something to the right hand. It didn't cost the Church anything to hand over this exclusive invitation because they probably possessed a carte blanche to distribute them whenever they felt like doing so.

Still, it wouldn't do for Ves to show that he was clueless. "Why are you so generous with handing out this invitation? Shouldn't you be keeping it to yourselves?"

"As I said, we are already a fixed supplier to the Foundation. They hand over a small number of invitations to us every standard year, but frankly we do not have any preference where they end up. The Soulless Priest has full discretion on how to employ them. He must have approved of you in some way, or wishes you to make a full effort, so he has promised you this invitation if you win."

Hearing the acolyte's answer only furthered his suspicion. In fact, Ves started to doubt if Acolyte Villis was as simple as she looked. Her t.i.tle and behavior made it seem as if she was just a low-ranking peripheral member of the church, yet her advanced age and her insights made her sound sagely at times.

Ves closed his eyes and paused. While the Church of Haatumak hadn't pushed Ves to partic.i.p.ate in a gruesome ritual, this a.s.signment came with a lot of complications that he would rather do without.

First, did he even want the reward? Certainly, Ves always felt troubled by his modified biology. Having been investigated by various doctors and experts including those employed by the CFA and the Friday Coalition, they had all admitted defeat when presented with the radical and incomprehensible Jutland organ.

That piece of semi-alien flesh in his chest represented a ticking time bomb that might explode within a few decades from now. While that didn't sound to bad for a normal person, Ves intended to live at least a few hundred years, so he required an urgent solution for the problem.

Who better to turn to than the masters of biology? The Angel's Wing Foundation had likely been set up as an offshoot of the Five Scrolls Compact. Since Dr. Jutland used to hail from that organization as well, the odds of finding an expert who could permanently solve the biological hazards within his body was a lot higher than engaging with the much less impressive Clifford Society.

Though there were always risks to becoming involved with the Five Scrolls Compact, as long as Ves remained prudent, he shouldn't catch their attention.

He decided to aim for the invitation. No matter what obstacles stood in his way, Acolyte Gien needed to win!