As noon came closer, plenty of other people were awaiting the pivotal moment.
Aboard the Hemmington Cross, the patriarch of the Cross Clan along with his new guest designer were holding a quick meeting before they addressed their own men. They gathered in a small conference room situated next to the bridge of the large fleet carrier.
"Professor Cortez, what do you think of the Larkinsons?"
"Hmm." The former Skull Architect hummed as he tapped his palm in a peculiar fashion. "They are young and tender, but bold and daring. Whether they will crash headlong in a wall is still a question. Their clan is too young and their leaders lack too much experience. They have no idea what the rest of human space is really like."
"I don't want the Larkinsons to meet their doom. Their patriarch still has to help with designing my expert mech."
