After Shane warned them of what could happen soon, the Trident pilots made their decision.
For now, they didn't simply leave the work to the engineers. Amon, Ryn, Lyn, and Kira rolled up their sleeves and joined the maintenance crews.
They knew their machines better than anyone, and after the brutal fight against wyverns and dragonoids, every bolt and joint mattered.
Amon climbed onto his mech's shoulder, directing workers to scrub hardened wyvern blood from the gears…
"Focus on the knee joints. If they lock up mid‑battle, we're finished."
He sounded like a supervisor, but he worked alongside them, scraping residue himself.
Ryn and Lyn moved together, as they always did. Ryn handled the heavy lifting, pulling off corroded plates, while Lyn checked sensor arrays and recalibrated targeting systems.
"The acid from those spits is a lot more corrosive than I thought…" Lyn muttered. "If we don't neutralize it, the armor will peel like paper."
