The Mech Touch novel Chapter 909

Being pressed against the bulkhead by a feisty enemy expert pilot was a new experience to Ves. While Ves could easily resist her physical strength, an expert pilot’s force of will possessed a minute tangible presence that made it very suffocating for him to think straight.

As Ves often speculated, an expert pilot definitely managed to harness their spirituality! While they might not be able to exert any conscious control over their small but very real spirituality, as long as they put their full will into play, their actions always receive an invisible boost.

Yet even if Venerable Foster brought her force of will to bear, Ves did not intend to remain as a fish on the chopping board!

He employed his concentration and hardened his Spirituality in the form of a shell around his vulnerable mind. The oppressive aura radiated by the Vesian expert pilot no longer battered his mind but instead bounced off his solidified Spirituality.

His defenses held!

Venerable Foster appeared to have noticed something amiss. She frowned and studied his impassive face as it relaxed a little.

"Don’t push your luck, ma’am." Ves replied, not forgetting her rank advantage over him. "The rules and regulations are quite clear with regards to proper conduct."

"Rules and regulations only matter when anyone bothers to enforce them. In my eyes, you’re a Vandal, and that means you’re a pirate or an accomplice to pirates. Do you really think you can hide behind the rules and escape the fate you deserve?"

Instead of replying, Ves pressed a few buttons on his CFA comm. After a brief delay, the device quickly projected Miss Calabast on a lifelike scale.

The intelligence operative took in the sight and smirked. "When I expect you to call on me, Mr. Longhorn, I didn’t think you’d call for mommy that fast."

"This is no time for jokes! Help me out!"

"You didn’t say the magic word."

"Please save me!"

The projection of Miss Calabast disregarded Ves and turned her full attention on Venerable Foster. The latter stared at Calabast with a vigilant expression.

"A human. I don’t recognize you. You’re not part of the Flagrant Vandals or Lydia’s Swordmaidens, are you? Identify yourself!"

Calabast plastered her usual grin on her face. Even when she faced someone as intimidating as an expert pilot, she didn’t let that status affect her conduct.

"Lieutenant Summer, Intelligence Department. Now, we are all humans here. Please calm down and lay your hands off Ensign Longhorn."

"Why should I?"

"I doubt you wish to be regarded as a saboteur by the Intelligence or Internal Security Departments." Calabast threatened. "If you inflict any personal harm on a fellow serviceman, I will promise you that you will never be able to exit the brig."

Suspicion grew in Foster’s eyes. She turned her head towards Ves and Calabast several times and tried to figure out their connection. "You need him for something, do you?"

The air turned frosty between the two dangerous women. Miss Calabast radiated a slippery and tricky charm while Venerable Foster exuded pure martial strength. Both of them recognized a tough opponent in each other. The air between the projection and the human grew tense.

Less than a minute passed before Miss Calabast took a step back. She didn’t hesitate to put Ves into a pickle along the way. "Do take care who you are touching, Lieutenant Foster. Ensign Longhorn here is one of the best mech designers on the planet, and one that is in a suitable position to access all manner of research projects in time."

"We don’t need the help of a pirate to get what we want."

"Really, now? As far as I’m aware, neither the Hostland Warriors or the Meandering Monkeys have brought any capable mech designers. The admittedly impressive Senior Mech Designers of your mech regiments are residing in their bases while most of your Journeyman Mech Designers are huddling safely in Lady Amalia’s fleet."

"You know a lot about our forces for a stranger." The suspicion in Foster’s eyes deepened. "And you’re wrong. We aren’t entirely without talents. We have many experts and we also have Mr. Crenshaw."

"Patrick Amari?" Miss Calabast said bemusedly. "For a Journeyman Mech Designer, Mr. Amari does possess some capability. However, for a mech designer he’s not very suitable for the Research Department. As for your other experts? You know as well as I do that any experts deployed on the field are the lowest in their respective fields. True research-grade scientists hardly ever allow themselves to be taken to a battlefield. They know their worth, unlike this dimwit Brighter who led himself be duped into accompanying the ground forces of the Flagrant Vandals on a hazardous planet."

"Hey!" Ves couldn’t help but bark. "Who are you calling a dimwit?!"

"Shut up, you pirate!"

Nonetheless, Calabast’s words did manage to lessen the pressure Foster exerted onto Ves. Her palms stopped pressing against his uniform.

This told Ves quite a lot. Whatever Calabast and the Vesians were after, they urgently required access to the more restricted sections of the Research Department.

Eventually, Venerable Foster pulled back some of her aggression and grunted at Calabast’s projection. "We’ll talk later in private."

"My thoughts exactly. Have a good day, Lieutenant Foster. Do take good care of the little genius."

"I won’t break him... for now."

Once Calabast’s projection winked out, Venerable Foster turned back to Ves and offered him a gruesome grin. She patted his shoulder with her palm. "Even if I don’t kill you right at this instant, don’t think of escaping your punishment."

"I’m not a pirate, ma’am!" Ves complained unjustly. "I’m just an average mech designer. I’m not even capable of harming a kitten, let alone engaging in piracy!"

Venerable Foster did not look amused. She leaned forward and sharpened her force of will, cutting him with her razor-sharp spirituality. "You don’t fool me with your hapless act. I can see it in your eyes. You have blood on your hands. I’ve seen pirates with less murderous intent than you. Stop pretending."

It must have been all the dwarves he killed lately. Ves didn’t listen of course. The less threatening he appeared, the more this Vesian expert pilot underestimated him. It was best if she thought he was nothing but a harmless nerd!

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, ma’am! I’m not a soldier! I just fix mechs for a living!"

"Hmph!"