"I'm telling you, Raella! Some good old-fashioned mech duels are indispensable to a good show!"
Director Raella Larkinson shoved Vincent aside. "Your suggestion is noted. I will make sure to consider your input carefully before I throw it in the trash."
"Come on! Why don't you agree? The mech athletes in our clan are jumping at the opportunity to impress the wedding guests!"
"I SAID NO, OKAY?! Many of our guests are Hexers or visitors from other second-rate states. They'll laugh at us when we try to entertain them with duels between third-class mechs."
"Then why aren't we duelling with second-class mechs instead?"
"We're not good enough yet! Rather than embarrassing ourselves, we should impress the guests in other ways. Parading around the captured warships and showing off our expert pilots is enough to earn their respect. There is no need for us to paint ourselves as clowns by showing off our weak and pathetic mechs."
