Excuse him, but what was that talk about trust supposed to mean when this was clearly an attack on his sensibilities?
After holding the auction, was he supposed to expect the capital to still be standing?
Or should they already plan an orderly evacuation to other planets?
Killian Nox forced himself to breathe like a reasonable man. It wasn't working.
Kyle, that little shit, had been right when he said it would depend on who you asked.
Master Mechanics? They would probably ascend to some higher plane of existence out of pure joy after seeing something like this.
The Mylors? They could retire immediately and live in luxury for the rest of their lives.
The mecha pilots? They would laugh while crying, holding onto their digital wallets in despair, and still somehow manage to buy them. At least they would get parts, although they probably wouldn't fit with any other components they owned.
And that was the problem.
