"Nyeow…"
"I know, Minxie. I worry about Vincent as well." Raella Larkinson said as she sat in her stateroom in a penthouse in Twilight City.
In previous battles, Raella always found herself in the cockpit. The Larkinsons needed every skilled mech pilot they could get in order to defend their clan. She still missed those days sometimes but thought it was better that she sat this battle out this time.
"Our clan has grown so much." She sighed.
The Larkinson Clan had grown so explosively in the past couple of years that it was no longer short on mech pilots anymore. In fact, the clan actually had a surplus of thousands of mech pilots. Each of them were just like her and were sitting in their homes or shelters aboard the capital ships.
Though they were all capable of piloting a mech in battle, the mech legions already assigned all of their available mechs to the best mech pilots.
