The Mech Touch novel Chapter 1262

Ves leisurely explored a number of shopping streets, many of which catered to the wealthy, at least by the standards of the Komodo Star Sector.

Each store quoted their prices in mech credits, coalition credits and hex credits. A pitiful currency like the bright credit didn’t even merit any mention.

Even so, many of the prices privately caused Ves to feel some distress!

[URRSLURF ICE CREAM]: 6.5 million coalition credits

[MTA Mech Souvenir]: 33.7 million coalition credits

[Odon Altis B-315 Mark III Authentic Mech Miniature]: 7.5 billion bright credits

Just a single luxury ice cream cone would already set him back by a fortune!

And this was on Centerpoint V, one of the few planets open to space peasants!

Even though these prices sounded like scams, plenty of people ordered this weirdly-named ice cream without blinking!

Ves wanted to puke. "How can people casually waste so much money?"

He felt more and more disturbed by the profligance of the people who frequented these kinds of shops. While there weren’t actually that many of them, they still spent more than what an average citizen of the Bright Republic earned in a thousand years!

Part of the sticker shock he experienced came from his humble background. Even after he became a successful mech designer, he still thought of everything in bright credits.

It was only after he exited the luxury shopping streets and entered the more frequented ones that he started to see more saner prices. While the stores still catered to the citizens of second-rate states, at the very least Ves wouldn’t go bankrupt if he ordered a few ice cream cones.

Of course, aside from visiting shops that sold consumer goods, Ves also took a look at stores that sold mechs.

All of the stores offered mechs imported from other star sectors or designed and produced by the MTA themselves. Many of the mechs being sold consisted of high-quality second-class mechs, the cheapest of which were premium mechs.

It cost a lot of money to import a mech to the Komodo Star Sector, so it made sense that the mech stores on Centerpoint V didn’t offer anything cheap. Most mech buyers in the star sector would easily be able to find what they needed from locally-produced mechs.

Therefore, the local mech stores all opted to sell distinctive and unique mechs from different locales at very high markup prices.

Ves saw a potential opportunity here.

"My mechs are pretty distinctive as well. What would it be like if I was able to sell a mech in these kinds of stores in other star systems?"

He was pretty sure that no other mech designer possessed a design philosophy like his own. That meant he faced very little direct competition. Perhaps other mech designers may have found a way to make their mechs compelling by employing a different method, but when it came to charming mech pilots and observers with the X-Factor, only Ves could offer such a product!

"It won’t be easy to convince these shops to sell my mechs." He judged. "A lot of profits mean there’s a lot of competition. Every mech designer wants to enter their distribution network!"

Ves saw that every mech for sale in Centerpoint V consisted of second-class mechs. Third-class mechs weren’t valuable or profitable enough for Centerpoint.

If Ves wanted a piece of the action that was taking place in these kinds of shops, then he had to design a second-class mech!

"I’ve never designed such an advanced and expensive mech before." He muttered and shook his head.

Each mech class was subject to different paradigms. Ves already had a taste of first-class mechs. The Terrans eschewed specialized mechs entirely because they could easily stuff all the toys they wanted on a single mech frame.

The Bright Republic on the other hand religiously adhered to specialized mechs. They needed to, because they could only design and manufacture a mech that was good in only a single area.

Second-class mechs sat somewhere in the middle, though they leaned closer towards specialized mechs. From what Ves knew of the Friday Coalition, they mostly employed specialized mechs but with different enhancements and augmentations.

For example, a swordsman mech could incorporate an energy shield in order to improve its defensive capabilities. The mech designer could also opt to improve its offensive capabilities instead by incorporating the design with an integrated laser weapon hardpoint.

Overall, second-class mechs were still based on distinctive mech archetypes. Their designers just added some extra in order to enhance their strengths, mitigate their weaknesses or add more versatility to their kits.

Could Ves design such a mech? He could, but not without some familiarization. He needed to study the prevailing customs, the higher performance standards, the most commonly deployed materials, the acceptable price ranges and the expectations of customers who buy such mechs.

Since Ves grew up in the Bright Republic, he was very familiar with the sensibilities of the third-class mech market.

While he paid some attention to the second-class mech market over the years, his market judgement with regards to this higher tier of mechs was still very lacking. Ves did not dare to act on his assumptions with regards to second-class mechs.

"I’ll have to study the market more in depth or rely on a marketing expert native to the Friday Coalition." He judged.

For now, Ves had no plans to expand the LMC to the second-class mech market. Even though it was a lot more lucrative than selling third-class mechs, Ves did not possess a proper foundation to achieve genuine success.

Why did many Journeymen and Seniors choose to remain in the Bright Republic instead of migrating to the Friday Coalition? There were many reasons to do so, but the most important one was competition!

The Friday Coalition already brought up a huge amount of mech designers every year! Plenty of Journeymen, Seniors and even Masters dominated the existing mech market!

"Don’t wander off, Lucky. Security is too high here!"

Since Lucky was still drooling over all of the exotics on sale here, Ves saw an opportunity and picked up his cat.

This time Lucky didn’t resist!

"Let’s go see if we can find anything interesting to buy." He said as he petted Lucky’s head.

"Meow!"

The two spent the next couple of hours browsing all the different stores and stalls selling exotics to well-heeled customers.

Ves quickly noticed a difference between the two. Most of the stores were owned by major companies and conglomerates doing business in multiple star sectors at once.

In contrast, those who rented the stalls were mostly prospectors, treasure hunters, independent trade companies and smaller companies.

The goods for sale in the stores were always categorized. Each customer could request an information sheet that explained all there was to know about a particular product. Most of the exotics for sale here were already known to humanity for hundreds if not thousands of years. _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}

This was different for the exotics for sale at the various stalls. Most of them originated from the surrounding regions, and many of them were only recently discovered. Not a lot of data was available about them aside from some vague possibilities.

This always made buying these freshly-prospected exotics something of a gamble. Neither the buyer or seller were able to judge their true worth.

The best the seller could do was to use various clues to come to an estimated price and multiply it by a hundred and hope there was a sucker who was gullible enough to buy them. Since many of their goods were relatively new, they were also very rare, which meant that mech designers wouldn’t easily be able to obtain another sample!

Because most of the goods sold in respectable stores far exceeded his budget, Ves decided to try his luck with the stalls instead. While Lucky kept his mineral sensors peeled for something extremely yummy, Ves discreetly extended his spiritual senses in order to detect whether they reacted to his Spirituality.

No dice. While Lucky found several exorbitantly-priced exotics that he really wanted to eat, Ves inspected thousands of samples, only to find nothing that reacted to his senses!

Ves frowned. "Is there really no exotic out there that compliments my specialty?"

After two hours of searching, Ves was just beginning to give up when his weary senses lightly tingled when he brushed past an ugly lump of rock.

"There’s something unusual!"

He slowly halted and tried his best not to show his astonishment. The only reason why he didn’t stop and turn around in an instant was because he didn’t want the stall owner to rip him off!