Within a separate instance of the Mental Simulation Training System, a living mech manifested into existence.
The Quint's three eyes glowed with solemn anticipation.
It or rather he had come alone this time.
There was no mech pilot in his cockpit. The Quint hadn't even been switched on. Not completely at least. There was enough current running through his core systems to keep at least a part of him awake.
The Quint looked around and admired the view.
The hall was designed by one of the more creative living mechs of the Larkinson Clan. This space loomed large by the standards of mechs, but would probably look gigantic to a human.
The large rectangular hall featured multiple rows of massive stone 'benches' at the sides. Each of them could comfortably seat most humanoid mechs.
