The Mech Touch novel Chapter 526

"You’re a bastard, you know that?" Iris remarked as Ves filled her in on his actions. "You sent your deputies out into space with nothing but shuttles and hazard suits to protect them from mine blasts and errant projectiles! If Professor Velten was here, she would have overruled your decisions on the spot!"

"Well, it’s too bad that she’s not here." Ves said as seriously as possible. Even if he possessed ulterior motives, he needed to act properly in front of any hidden recorders. "The issue is too delicate to leave for later, for if the mechs are hiding transmitters we should shut them down as fast as possible."

"And what if they contain bombs instead? Sending your deputies out to their deaths will not look good on your record."

"I don’t really care about a leadership position among the Vandals anyway. I’d rather let a proper Journeyman Mech Designer take charge. All I want is to coast through this war with my life intact."

Ves had no opinion on whether Mercator and Trozin came back alive or not. If the mechs hid some sort of bomb or self-destruct sequence, then it would have been a shame for them to perish deep behind enemy lines. Ves would shed no tears for their passing.

He only accepted his appointment as head designer because he didn’t trust the rest to do as well as him. The moment someone competent arrived, Ves would willingly relinquish his authority on the spot.

"I’m only doing this job because it’s necessary."

He valued developing his abilities as a mech designer over learning how to lead. If it came down to it, Ves would always be able to find some trusted helpers to manage those matters on his behalf. The most important priority to Ves should always be to push his Skills to their limits.

Minutes passed as the two mech designers carefully opened up some ports along the frame of the Inheritors. They peeled aside some layers of armor and began to peer inside the hot and active internals. If not for their hazard suits, the hot rays would have cooked their flesh even through vacuum.

"They aren’t carrying any bombs."

This news came as a relief to the deputies out in open space. Somehow, this news disappointed Ves somewhat. Still, he remained intrigued as the scans pierced past the clever electronic camouflage and revealed the truth.

"It’s a transmitter!" Mercator exclaimed as he parted the veil a little faster than Trozin. "I’ve never seen a transmitter of this design in my life! It’s larger than any other communications device I’ve seen on a mech!"

Trozin happened to know a little more of the hidden component. "It’s a one-way transmitter that is built for stealth. It’s ideal for subtle transmissions over a fairly short distance. The gravitic coils you see on its exterior is meant to propagate according to special frequencies. It’s a way of communicating through gravity!"

"Does it contain any self-destruct?"

"None so far as I’m aware of in the rest of the mech, sir, but I’m unable to say for sure when it comes to the gravitic transmitter."

"That’s good. I want the two of you to dismantle this gravitic transmitter in order make certain the mechs don’t contain any hidden threats!"

"What about the mech pilots?"

"Have them put the mechs under remote command and tell them to board the shuttles. I don’t want to take the risk of sparking a panic or emotional outburst."

Ves closed his eyes and sighed. So the Vandals carried some spies after all. From the looks of it, the culprits shouldn’t be mech pilots who cluelessly or apprehensively brought their mechs out in the open.

It was possible to control mechs without a mech pilot. Some mechs came installed with so-called autopilots. While they wouldn’t substitute for an actual mech pilot in battle, these stupid AIs still found some use as valets and if a mech pilot fell unconscious.

The autopilots of the two Inheritors kept up with the fleet as Nemo and the other pilot dutifully emerged from their cockpits while in space. Even though the mech pilots had a lot of questions, the current crisis didn’t allow for them to make any requests. They needed to get out of the way as quickly as possible.

Ves had to hand it to them, but his deputies didn’t get flushed. They utilized a variety of bots to operate their tools from a safer distance. This was fairly delicate work, but Mercator and Trozin appeared to possess some experience with operating tools through bots.

Thus, the transmitters carefully lost their protective layers, allowing Ves and his deputies to study their inner components.

"There doesn’t seem to be anything dangerous, but it looks as if the transmitter might fry itself if someone tampered with it. This is a little difficult." Ves determined from his own inspection.

"What do I do, Mr. Larkinson?"

Both his deputies had finally realized the import of their findings. Despite their complaints to Ves, they withheld their acid tones because they truly needed to cooperate at this moment. This crisis was bigger than their internal rivalries.

"Continue to take it apart. Even if everything gets fried, it’s better than leaving them active."

As his deputies resumed the dismantlement, Ves finally composed a report to Major Verle. The situation had grown to a point where the commanding officer needed to be informed. As soon as Ves sent the command, the major immediately began to read his words.

Verle looked up quickly. "Gravitic transmitters? Inside one of our mechs? Unacceptable!"

He quickly issued an arrest order for the trio of mech technicians that presumably installed the gravitic transmitters. Major Verle nodded to Ves in appreciation.

"You’re doing a good job, Mr. Larkinson. You’re more diligent than Mr. Brandstad in some ways. However, don’t make any major decisions without my say so again."

"Understood, sir. I’ll try to bring you into the loop sooner."