Grey was already eager to get started, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt like three days should be enough if he really put his head down.
A Command Class Vessel for Prometheus would finally give his oldest companion a proper home and let its Class start moving forward, while a Dominus Class mech for the Mechanical Jaw Spirit would knock out the second requirement at the same time.
Once those two were done, Grey had a feeling the last two legs of the quest would become a lot less ridiculous. With two perfectly compatible Spirits and mechs of that level, who the fuck was going to stop him?
Grey was still smiling at the thought when his feet touched the ground, only for him to look up and find what felt like half the political leadership of Melix staring back at him.
