Entering the workshop, Young Aether found the interior filled from floor to ceiling with mechanical components.
Individual mech-suit limbs hung from magnetic suspension racks, polished metallic skeletons rested on assembly frames, hydraulic pistons moved rhythmically on automated testing rigs, and dozens of helmet visors floated inside transparent calibration chambers while streams of blue holographic data continuously flowed across their surfaces.
Robotic arms welded armour plates together with precise bursts of white plasma, filling the air with the sharp scent of molten metal and heated copper.
Jonathan walked directly toward the man sitting behind the desk.
The grumpy mechanic barely looked up from the holographic blueprint floating before him. The moment he recognised Jonathan, however, his expression stiffened, and he slowly stood out of respect.
The two exchanged a few quiet words before Jonathan casually pointed toward Young Aether.
