1688 The Greatest Suit of All Time
Alright.
With their little play done, everyone wore their 'stern-face' mask again, looking at the group of developers and military scientists before them.
"Doctor Watson. It's a pleasure to see you again."
"Likewise, your majesty. With you, my job is always a thrill." The 45-year-old Doctor Wattson in a white lab coat and thick glasses, shook Landon's hand excitedly.
He wasn't lying.
Every time Landon comes up with an idea, it's bound to be ground-shattering.
It was the thrill of falling deeper and deeper onto a web of mathematical equations that did it for Wattson.
He swore it was hard to pick which one gave him more pleasure between his job and his wife.
Aye...
Sometimes, the job is that good.
What more could he say?
Adjusting his glasses, Wattson greeted the others. The ministers and other barrack personnel were there too.
And soon, Watson's entire demeanor also changed to business-like.
"Now then, shall we begin?"
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"Please, go on, doc."
"Great." Watson then gestured to the group of people in white lab coats who were rolling a large glass case box a little taller than Landon.
In the box were hanging suits displayed for all to see.
Of course, Landon could see it with his super vision eyes since it was hidden behind a red cloth.
"In all my years of living, I would've never thought Immortal objects like these could exist. You say man can't fly? You say man can't soar the skies and touch the birds?... Then that is where you are mistaken!.. Today, I will show you all the flying artifacts we created with our own hands... Today, I bring you the Digma Gundam Flying Suit!"
Brap!
The red cloth was taken off, and several people gasped at the stunning display they saw.
"Oh, my pearly mother! Is this truly a fighting suit? Beautiful!... hist breathtaking...." Gary exclaimed, his saliva almost dripping down his lips.
Gentlemen... ladies... Nothing couldn't prepare them for this moment.
It's one thing to know what they expected on paper, but another to witness it with their own eyes.
Minister Abigail, inched closer as though hypnotized. Her hands were almost touching the glass box before she could reel herself back to reality.
Another minister dropped to their knees, prostrating to their ancestors in gratitude for letting him see this day. "Ooo... Ancestors... this is truly a miraculous object. We must protect the technology at all costs! Should the enemy find out we have such, they will waste no time launching a full invasion on our empire."
Although they were somewhat confident they could put up a big fight, what they didn't want were casualties.
Even if it's just 2 people who die, it would still weigh heavily on them.
That's why they must always choose the safest route.
The casualties they were most worried about were civilian casualties.
No matter how strong they have grown, they must always ensure minimal damage to the people.
If anything, they shared to be the ones who stroke first.
Doing so would give them the upper hand. And heaven knows they needed a lot of it when dealing with these scheming Morgs and Adonis fellows.
Don't think they weren't aware of the Holy Core.
Thanks to his majesty, they learned of its existence which was so powerful it could delay with their current technology with a flick of its wrist once it was fully activated.
Why does such a thing exist?
They knew the heavens gave humanity a chance to fight against the many monstrous creatures in the past.
It was thanks to its powers that they, the later generations, could live in peace and build homes for themselves without too much fear of attacks from beasts.
Indeed, there were still incredibly large and dangerous creatures in the world, but most have gone extinct which was already a good sign.
You have put know that in the ancient records in Arcadina, Carona and all the other Pyno empires there are texts which indeed tall of the great era when humanity was saved by the heavens
However, it doesn't go into detail, as though holding something.
It's only now that they know how humanity won.
Of course, such vital information was only told to a select few in the various UN empires.
They didn't want it going out. So only those on the exclusive list knew of its existence.
Greed they say was an enigma that could tempt the kindest of people.
Although everyone trusted their people to not betray them, one never knows who might be watching or listening in on their plans.
The T.O.E.P has already proven itself to be a frightening existence that has spies in the many UN empires.
Don't mind as they don't talk a lot about the matter but it's true.
In Terique just last month, 4 spies were discovered working in Astar's palace.
The terrifying thing was that they had been working there for more than 2 years now.
It seems that after Astar took over, the T.O.E.P couldn't sit still, knowing Nopline was dead and Astar and his father were alive.
How did they get in so seamlessly?
In Yodan, the same situation was found when Sirius became suspicious of a few people in his cabinet.
Phew~
Luckily, he only shared plans with those on the exclusive list.
Should any news leak, those on the list will be brought on and questioned heavily.
Once your name is on the list, there is no room for treachery.
Everyone on the list watches their back, very careful of what they say. Some have even abstained from taking more than 2 glasses of alcohol a month just to keep their mouths shut.
The times have changed and now, there are options of things to drink, unlike the past when all one could drink was rum, water and other versions of alcohol.
Now, there are a variety of non-alcoholic tasteful drinks to occupy their bellies when they eat.
The chefs even learned how to make enticing fruit punch that left their mouths very satisfied.
Now one doesn't need to drink alcohol all the time.
Please! They've got choices now, okay?
(~_~)
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Anyway, those on the list knew themselves and would only talk about matters publicly, AFTER the project or situation was handled.
If they had to go out on missions concerning the matter, they would only inform their soldiers when it was almost time to set out.
They didn't want information to spread before they made their move.
Due to the lack of telephones outside Baymard, information would definitely take several months and even a year to reach their enemies.
They had to ensure that if any leaks do happen, it should be within this period.
His Majesty had already told them that soon, they will be taking marching to Morgany to destroy the Holy Core once and for all.
Such a thing must not be allowed to exist anymore as it could tip the balance of power favorably to the wicked.
For that mission, all UN empires will play their part.
It seems that in Adonis, they too have found a secondhand source of power. His Majesty said the power should die and fade away later, but who wanted to take chances?
No way!
They had to locate that Holy Leaf and destroy it too.
Everyone agreed on the matter.
Luckily, his majesty was smart enough to think of a way to enhance the strength of their metal weapons.
Yes! The current enhancement percentage was 60.
For now, this was enough to shield them against the Holy Core's powers that haven't been fully activated yet. (According to His Majesty's spies.)
60% would be able to back the enemy until the Holy Stone/Core unlocks 50% of its powers.
That's why they too must always advance their enhancement percentage to stay one step ahead of the Holy Core.
Of course, they dared not let the Holy Core reach 50% at all.
Heck.
They didn't even what it to reach 40%.
According to his majesty, the descendants of the great heroes were keys to unlocking the Holy Core.
Sadly, his majesty couldn't find a single descendant.
So they must work hard to grab the Holy Core before the enemy who obviously has more information gets to the descendants and unlock the core's potential bit by bit.
Landon had lied about not knowing the descendant KEYs, thinking the lesser people know the better.
In this way, he would also be keeping the Keys safe from outsiders too.
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Back to the present, the group stared at the magnificent suits, wishing Watson could hurry along his talks and let the testers try the bloody suits already!
As they say, a picture speaks a thousand words. Their eyes will capture the picture and their brains will have a thousand things to say.
At least they were somewhat pleased, inwardly agreeing not to cut any budgets for the project.
Well, the people's taxpayers' money is going to good use.
Josh, Mark, Gary, and Trey looked at Watson with burning eyes that said: if you don't hurry it up, you might be 6 feet under soon.
How scary...
Watson was used to people glaring at him during his epic reveals.
Welp. It was normal in Baymard.
"Testers please step forward. It's time to put on the suit."
