After getting his jokes out of the way, Grey finally started thinking seriously about what Prometheus had actually asked of him, and almost immediately he realized that the first requirement alone was fucking ridiculous.
He needed to reach Command Class with a Vessel housing Prometheus, which effectively meant crafting a Command Class Vessel specifically capable of carrying the little red-gold bastard. That sounded straightforward when written in a notification, right up until Grey remembered that Prometheus technically wasn't even Proving Class right now.
Grey almost never thought about Prometheus' actual Class anymore, mostly since the thing broke so many normal rules that trying to categorize it felt pointless, but there was still a reason it had remained unclassified all this time.
