Back in Cloudy Curtain, Ves woke up with tired eyes. Since yesterday, he prepared his departure with Dietrich. They booked a brief flight to one of Bentheim’s orbital space station and wait for their long-distance passenger ship to arrive.
A call interrupted his final preparations. Ves picked up the comm and Marcella’s worried face showed up.
"Ves, about your trip. Perhaps it’s best to make yourself scarce for a month or two. There’s trouble afoot."
This sounded serious. Something that disturbed the unflappable Marcella should not be a trivial matter.
"What happened?"
"It’s about Vincent Ricklin. He’s gone mad. He went on a rampage when he demonstrated your customized Marc Antony’s prowess to his family."
Just hearing Vincent’s name again made Ves wish he reconsidered doing business with him in the first place. Sure, the credits was nice, but if he did something serious enough for Marcella to call him in the morning, then it was bound to be bad.
"How bad is it, and how will it affect me?"
"He tried to fire his laser cannons on the presumptive heir of the Ricklins, a lass called Catelyn. Somehow, she survived, though how I don’t know, but many other elders failed to get away from the blast area. Vincent bulled through the household guards and escaped from Bentheim with a well-prepared escape shuttle."
That sounded like a lot of trouble. Though Ves was uninvolved with this terrorist attack, he’d be in for a lot of scrutiny just by providing the mech to Vincent.
"Did the Mech Corps catch him?"
The frown in Marcella’s face grew even more grim. "No. He had help that delayed the rapid response units. Pirates somehow smuggled themselves onto Bentheim and caused enough chaos to cover Vincent’s escape. Nearby patrol ships all found themselves crippled by explosions when they attempted to chase their escape vessels. They’ve succeeded in pulling off the most blatant attack on Bentheim."
The news was incredibly bad for all those who had an inkling of involvement with the events.
"How’s the casualties?"
"Excluding the Ricklins, over two hundred people have fallen in the ensuing chaos. The pirates weren’t subtle in their actions. You know the damage a mech can do in a densely populated city."
It must be a nightmare back in Bentheim. Even the most casual laser fire might cut through a building and wipe out a dozen innocent bystanders. The injured must run up in the thousands.
"I can’t stay behind." Ves said as he simultaneously felt conflicted. "As bad as I feel right now, I’m really innocent. You know the Marc Antony is a lastgen mech. It’s hardly an elite mech in today’s standards."
"That’s why I support your impromptu vacation. Right now the public is in a frenzy and the Mech Corps has fallen flat in securing the star system. The investigators must be in a frenzy right now and it won’t be long before they send someone your way."
"I think my family can stall them. The Larkinsons have always been loyal to the Republic and they have some say in military circles."
"Well, you best call on your daddy because this show is just starting."
He worriedly hung up on Marcella and with just a brief moment of hesitation he called his grandfather.
Perhaps anticipating his call, Benjamin Larkinson appeared on his screen. His unflappable face already radiated assurance to Ves. "I know what’s going on, and I know you’re not guilty of anything."
"Thanks, grandpa." Ves sighed as the reassurance comforted him. "I was planning on travelling to Leemar in order to take part in the open competition there. Could you help me smooth over my departure? This event is really important to me and my career and I can’t afford to miss this opportunity due to being held back for questioning."
"I can guarantee that the investigators give you fair treatment, but any sudden departure will look suspicious. I can hold them back from chasing after you if you open up your records and let their people scour your workshop."
As Ves carried his real secrets in his comm, he had no problems letting others take a peek. Sanyal-Ablin pretty much saw everything there was to his workshop when they installed their security suite. Letting the government grab a good look was nothing to fuss about.
"They can do whatever they want as long as my workshop stays intact at the end. I still need to make a living, you know. I hope you can impress that on whoever is coming here to find something that doesn’t exist."
"Oh you can be certain I won’t let them get out of line." Benjamin grinned. "I’ve kept an eye on you and I can say that you’ve made us proud. The last thing I want to do is to let your hard work get ruined. So don’t worry. I’ll call in some favors and try to suppress any suspicions on you. It’s just that some suspicion will never go away."
His grandfather was right. Having his second ever produced mech be involved in a violent terrorist incident was going to be a black mark in his record. But Ves did not let it drag down his hopes. He still had a way to redeem himself if he worked hard.
"What do you think the investigators will do if I return a couple months later as an apprentice to a Master Mech Designer?"
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