The Mech Touch novel Chapter 7069

After the hospital director gave Ves an extensive overview of Isobel's new cybernetic body, he finally led him to a more private and better-protected compound.

This was the VIP recovery area where the people who were actually important received from their battlefield injuries.

Many of them actually consisted of expert candidates and expert pilots. Each of them possessed the potential to ascend to a god pilot one day. Even if their chances of overcoming all of the trials in a long and difficult journey were slim, who knew whether they might succeed one day.

The remaining patients consisted of mech pilots and norms who were heirs of powerful families or belonged to powerful organizations that paid a good price to deliver the best possible care.

It was for that reason why the RA spared few expenses when setting up this section of the medical recovery complex.

Doctors and other biotech professionals constantly remained on duty in order to monitor the conditions of the patients and respond to any emergencies that might arise.

Small-scale titan shields defended every section and wing of the luxurious compound, and mechs and infantry soldiers were constantly close at hand, though never too close in order to avoid putting the recovering patients on edge.

Ves was pleased with the amount of funding and effort the mechers had put into this facility.

It reflected their belief in the primacy of humans over technology and showed how much they cared about helping people pick themselves up after they suffered a setback and gain an opportunity to grow from their learning experience.

To that end, the hospital and its partner institutions had gone above and beyond to recover the most seriously injured soldiers who still possessed value.

The doctors and other professionals provided meticulous care to remake, rebuild and in a few cases reinvent the broken warriors that passed through their halls.

Aside from the Cybernetic Empire, the Larkinsons couldn't have picked a better place to hand over responsibility of restoring Saint Isobel Kotin.

While the Larkinson Clan was able to heal broken soldiers as well, its capabilities were only sufficient for relatively mundane injuries. A case as extreme as that of Isobel required specialist care that only a few powers had available in the new frontier.

This gap in capabilities was yet another reminder to Ves that the Larkinson Clan still had a long way to go before it became a true great power.

"In here." The director spoke as he led Ves into a well-furnished gym hall. "Ever since Saint Isobel relearned how to move her old body, she has developed an obsession of turning her cybernetic body into a weapon. Without a mech for her to pilot, she has tried to use her artificial form as a substitute. While her training is excessive, her body is designed to cope with physical extremes. Her strong will allows her to train continuously for 12 straight hours or more, with only a few hours of rest and meditation in between."

That sounded rather excessive to Ves. "Isn't she supposed to spend more time on rest?"

"That would be the case for normal patients, professor, but expert pilots and ace pilots are different. Saint Isobel has deep feelings of inadequacy. She equates peace to impotency. She has a strong desire to become strong, and that means she must keep herself active somehow. She has taken to training her weapon handling skills and her mastery over her cybernetic body as her preferred means to prepare for combat in the future."

Ves soon understood how much Isobel threw herself into training when he came across an obstacle course.

Isobel used the formidable power of her legs to sprint across the distance at a pace that was several times greater than a professional athlete.

She then came across a straight wall, but managed to translate her forward momentum as well as her new reactionless flight capability to run and vault over it in one straight move.

At the other side, she came face to face with a trio of practice bots. Each of them shot out harmless training laser beams, but none managed to strike their target because Isobel had already kicked herself off the ground with the help of her blisteringly fast reaction speed.

Even as she evaded the laser beams, a pair of small laser guns unfolded from her shoulders and struck two of the bots in an instant, marking them as disabled.

As for the remaining bot, Isobel raised one of her arms and sprayed a blast of orange flames that knocked out the remaining bot.

After getting rid of her opposition, Isobel continued to traverse the obstacle course, demonstrating many different capabilities.

Her torso-mounted plasma guns practically obliterated the solid wall that barred her way.

Her alloy blade cut through a transphasic energy shield.

She was able to navigate a lightless and soundless room with relative ease.

Her transphasic fire energy shield was able to block a respectable amount of incoming laser beams and positron beams.

For all intents and purposes, Saint Isobel performed better than a first-class infantry commando.

Although her weapons and armor were restricted by the size of her body, her excellent combat acumen along with the instincts of a saint enabled her to complete an obstacle course that would have tripped most highly trained infantry soldiers!

There was no way Ves or the Larkinson Clan would ever think of commanding Saint Isobel to exit the cockpit and board an enemy starship or whatever.

However, if Isobel ever came under attack when she was far away from her ace mech, then she would always be ready to defend herself.

Once she ended her latest run, the obstacle course began to scramble and reform into a completely new and randomized circuit. It turned out that everything consisted of smart metal. That made it easy to specify every parameter and customize every part of the course.