The noise of battle echoed all around her as missiles kept raining down in salvos. Only now the blue team started to employ countermeasures. The medium mechs kept zigzagging while the heavies used their prodigious firepower to strike the missiles down.Melinda and Janet skillfully navigated forward. They dipped in the many craters to spoil line of sight and hide behind cover in case snipers aimed at them. Though few high-powered weapons aimed at them, they still received sporadic rifle fire from their entrenched opponents. Melinda resolutely shielded Janet from incoming fire with her shield."Our team's light mechs must be engaging the enemy scouts by now." Melinda noted as the missile fire stopped landing with unerring accuracy. Spoiled by the ECMs, the deadly payloads sprayed down in a wider spread, damaging many mechs but not to the point of wrecking them completely."What are Jaxon and his flyers up to?" Janet whined as she felt useless trudging behind Melinda's shield. Her cannon
Now that Melinda got out of the high of super-realistic combat, she remembered why she stepped into the simulator in the first place."This mech... the specs aren't bad. It's a pity about the armor. It doesn't hold up in a large melee. The shield's also far too heavy for the scant amount of protection its offering."Still, when she saw how few gold she had to spend to repair her mech and replace her shield, she smiled. The total amount she lost paled in comparison to the amount of gold she earned from performing well in that last match. She even received the coveted MVP award. The game really went all-out in retaining its older customer base with these tricks.Janet whistled her appreciation as she read the score list. "Damn Melly, you went to town on them. You've personally disabled four mechs.""Yeah and pretty much wrecked my entire mech in the process. At least I won't cry about the repair bill.""You wanna go for another match?""Yeah. I need to get familiar with this mech. My li
In an unspoken agreement, the reinforcements that came with the Caesar Augustus busied themselves with fending off Melinda's allies."That's a nice mech you got there. Shame about the armor though.""It's the Marc Antony, designed by someone I know. It's supposed to be a more affordable alternative to what you're riding."The Caesar Augustus pilot let out a contemptuous snort. "The mere thought of cheapening any of this frame's components is abhorrent. It goes against everything this august mech stands for. You and your friend have no idea how much you sullied its grandeur."Like an unstoppable tide, the Caesar Augustus kept closing the distance as it exchanged laser blasts. Melinda's laser cannons were running hot, but the only thing she managed to achieve was to heat up the top layers of her opponent's shield, causing only a fraction of its mass to melt. Its defensive power was a testament to National Aeromotives' heat-absorption research."It's useless! Face the inevitability!""Yo
"What happened after that?" Ves asked over the comm as he rested on the couch. Lucky curiously tried to paw Melinda's head projected by the comm."The juggernaut blasted half the walls of the military base apart. It set up a panic in our team. Frankly, the only reason why we lasted so long after the juggernaut entered the field was because its pilot went drunk with power. He destroyed half his team with all the collateral damage he caused."The two spoke about the performance of the Marc Antony, and how Melinda found it to be a good mech despite its many faults. "It doesn't have a good place on the front lines due to its scattered strengths. It's not quite a knight, not quite a striker and its pitiful launchers don't give the mech a lot of long-ranged firepower.""Well, I'm only working with the tools I have. Frankly, if I could replace the mace and shield with something sturdier, I'm sure the mech would perform just as well as the Caesar Augustus.""Sadly, that's not an option if I w
The appearance of Ves raised some eyebrows from the pilots and their chaperones."I haven't seen you around in class." One of the men stated as he looked at Ves' collar. "Are you sure you've boarded the right shuttle?"Every potentate wore a small pin on their collar, chest or arm that denoted their status. It was an exclusive privilege to the 3.5% that marked them as special. With it, they enjoyed priority services, had access to VIP sections, and had their safety taken care of first before the rest could take their turn. The entire scheme originated from the New Rubarth Empire, but pretty much every human state other than the Terrans copied the treatment. They also took over the rule that stated that any fraudulent use of such pins invited severe punishment."Security already screened me before letting me in. I'm a participant of the YTE mech design competition.""Mech design?" A young fresh-faced woman dubiously said. "So you're not a pilot."That pretty much killed the conversatio
Chapter 30: QualifiersBentheim hosted the Young Tigers Exhibition in a large, multi-building convention complex built for the purpose. It occupied a gigantic amount of prime real estate that offered plenty of space for the tourists and mech enthusiasts who visited the event. Naturally, the organizers treated the mech pilot competition as the main event. The opening ceremony and the introduction of the star pilots commenced while the qualifiers of the mech design competition occurred in a smaller and much less crowded side building.Before he did anything else, Ves checked his Status and noticed he finally accumulated 300 DP. With this amount, he immediately bought the Jury Rigging II sub-skill, which induced another minor headache for him. It made him get ready for the day a bit later than he thought. Even as he rushed his breakfast, he still had to sort out the strange way the System rearranged his brain."Time's almost up!" Captain Gillian called at the dining room. "Gather at the
Engulfed by the satisfaction of a new purchase, Shifter66 hopped into the 2R-E's cockpit. Without even spending time to grow familiar with the modified mech, he entered the arena and initiated a search for an opponent. Shifter66 wanted to dive right into a battle with his new baby.As a fairly new and unskilled pilot, Shifter66 naturally got matched against a pool of similarly low-skilled players. Iron Spirit featured a sophisticated matchmaking system, and the lowest segment was the Bronze League.Every potentate who played Iron Spirit started from the Bronze League. Only by winning a sufficient amount of times would one gain the opportunity to promote to the Silver League, which most mech enthusiasts considered to be the real beginning of the game.That was because the developers enacted a lot of restrictions to the matches taking place in Bronze. Players could only earn a little amount of gold, though they also had few opportunities to lose it due to simplifying repair costs. Match
After Ves finished freaking out, he read the mission description again and understood he missed out on an important detail. The mission demanded that he sell virtual mechs 'of his own creation'. What the phrasing implied was that he wasn't stuck with trying to peddle the ungainly Fantasia 2R-E to a group of idiots.As long as Ves spent the month designing a couple of decent variants and promoting them on the local net, he might reach the sales figure.A hundred sales a month might sound like peanuts to established virtual mech designers, but meeting it remained a hefty challenge to a nobody like Ves."I can't physically build all hundred models by hand." Ves concluded as he formulated a basic plan. "At this tier, pilots don't demand too much from their models. It'll be fine if I outsource the manufacturing to the game."The game made it easy to automate production of any design as long as the owner had fabricated it in the virtual workshop by hand at least once.It came with hefty dow