According to Vega, all the merchant union's defense needs were for convoy escorts and protecting trade routes. The Torren had no powerful psychics, either, so they had no need to design their own heraldry mechs. All the research projects and finished products you're seeing that seem to be made for heraldry mechs are actually downstream products for the Alliance bigwigs.
"If you're willing to make introductions and help us supply the Commonwealth—and even the Empire on the other side—we'd be happy to do that, too," he added.
The Commonwealth was one thing, but why was he asking me to make introductions to the Empire? Yu Lian wondered.
In any case, whether the Torren Merchants' Union had ulterior motives or simply wanted to become a stronger dog, it wasn't much of a concern for him right now. With this custom-made equipment, even if it wasn't as compatible as the Empire's original parts, the two heraldry mechs could quickly regain most of their fighting strength. He owed them for that.
"Don't worry. I'll provide Mr. Duba with a detailed evaluation report within three months," Yu Lian said.
Captain Vega was immediately and sincerely grateful this time.
"Of course, that's assuming I get the chance to take them into battle during that time."
"I never doubted that, sir." Captain Vega smiled. "Otherwise, why would my classmates and I have been so eager to come aboard?"
Then there was his own titanium dragon, Beisifoles.
Lately, Beisifoles had more or less made the first-floor bridge hall his den. He lay there every day, gazing through the portholes at the scarlet nebula, except when he got up to eat or sleep. The only other time he moved was when Yu Lian summoned him to stand around for moral support.
Yu Lian knew that this eccentric dragon