Deep in the starry abyss that constitutes the Galactic Rim looms an immense and scarcely habitable existence. Hidden from the public's eye as it orbits a long forgotten red dwarf. A large planetary body looms, manufactured from the mind and efforts of countless nameless laborers and uncountable masses of bots and 3D printers. Despite the existence of such a monumental effort surely being a supreme display of wealth and pride to some of the wealthiest individuals near heart of the galaxy. Praises of its glory go unsung before the quiet unnamed star system where it resides. Such an effort has been taken to keep it this way that even the nearest colonies of humanity do not have the system marked as anything notable on any of their public data bases.
Few know this construct by its name of "The Eon Cage".
However, no matter how obscure the system, they cannot help but host the odd pirate vessel or two looking either for a secure trade to offload their forbidden wears to ever greedy customers or a quiet trip outside the eyes of the Big Two and other local authorities. These few vessels that peer in the direction of this entity can only spare worrying glances, rarely drawing close, and sending fruitless scans towards it. Before soon changing their agenda and moving to any other lifeless systems in the vicinity. Spreading vague stories of its majesty in the nearest stations spread from mouth to ear like a folk story.
From the outside, The Eon Cage appears to be a mass of chaotic forces ever spiraling out of control in a fury of resonance and catastrophic bending of spacetime. Producing faint gravity pulses pushing and pushing nearby ships like on the waves of a rocky sea. Blasts of radiation firing in random directions often annihilating entire crews. The scans returning scary amounts or resonance and higher dimensional energy spilling out, though tempting to some, those fools that dare closer have never returned. Hiding the cold metal of The Eon Cage's structure behind the chaos, the chaotic energies warp the space and spew out energies deceiving any scans traditional scans that pass through. Even 1st class long range scanners would struggle to notice the construct.
These sophisticated projections use a clever mechanic by projecting the majority of the reactions over the surface of The Eon Cage it generates the majority of the visual illusion that seen in person. Through the use of alternating pulses of several key exotics the cage creates directed symptoms of a exotic calamity to emulate the effects of an authentic event aimed specifically at the individual invaders. The carefully measure pulses fool the scanners and by association all travelers warning them to stere clear of the event.
Though perhaps many hopeful and risk-taking treasure hunters and pirates might see treasure in a monument of exotics with such a violent reaction, the wiser travelers would be able to recognize that in its chaotic state, without the proper and expensive materials necessary provided by the MTA or CFA, any sojourners would be lucky to die an easy death. The unlucky thrown across space toward the other end of the universe or split into several personalities watching themselves age, die, and be reborn again hundreds of times in an instant. Those that do bring the expensive and proper equipment usually necessary to reclaim materials from such environments soon meet the face of a warship grade cannon directly through their ship hull and lethal dose of radiation at their crew. Soon providing their equipment as salvage and their lives as message to those dare explore closer.
The salvage is soon taken control of by the foreign denizens of The Eon Cage. Once the proper measures are taken to insure that no one could suspect the existence of The Eon Cage. The hull of the ship is exploded and shot back out into space to add to the moderate clouds of debris of long forgotten explorers. While any mechs, components, or equipments that managed to survive mostly intact are harvested by bots and brought back into the cage making their way into an into a large hanger.
Carefully inspected to insure the quality, the materials are separated, either to be recycled or restored, by the AI running the collection bots. After sorting out the broken or unsuitable machines from the more intact and functional ones, the parts are split into two paths respective paths. One path leads to a heavily automated recovery facility focused on extracting any useful exotics. Particularly those necessary to replenish the shell of the Eon Cage and fuel its anomaly properties further. Any particular distinct exotics are usually jettisoned out into the near by red dwarf to diminish the exotics of value picked up by long-range scanners.
Finally, the more practical equipment and machines are equipped with anti-grav modules and transported to the ever growing pile of mystery tech inside a large warehouse. Where it is left until one it falls into the hands of Konee. A smaller adult with long soft black hair human with specks of purple accenting his hair like stars being his most unique feature. Whom takes it from the warehouse shipping it back to their workshop.
Konee carries a frustrated expression that seems to change back and forth between various moods as he walks back to his workshop. His expression looks slightly out of place from the outside making it seem like he definitely isn't entirely sane. Which he doesn't bother to hide since there isn't anyone else in sight. Which he takes a moment to ensure before he returns to what he was doing. Which was communicating with his sister, Tera.
{Why did 'ya pick that mech?… You sure 'ya didn't want the heftier one? It seemed like it would probably have another shield generator hidden some where under that hunk of metal.}
Tera comments as she seems to drag at parts of her response distracted by her own affairs. Which Konee seems to experience partially as his vision is currently overlapped with hers. She seemed to be piloting her usual mining mech.
[Digging through a heavy mech would have taken ages. Sure, its more likely to have one but to be able to identify it from the dozens of other components would have been a hassle. I rather ask 7Azureflames to go through dozens of components telling me which are which than go through a couple hundred. Who knows it might even be a model of shield generator I'm able to recognize.]
Konee defended himself mentally as he entered his workshop and started to discharge the remainder power from the medium mech, now sitting in the middle of the workshop. While he lets the power from the mech dump into the cage's external power system, Konee starts to boot up his Virtual Reality headset. Connecting to Iron Spirit in a practiced manner before locking the door… which Konee had decided to upgrade from a lock and key to a hearty chunk of mech armor on rails in front of the door a while ago.
{You know you can just admit your scared of firing the primary weapon by accident again. Ever since you blew a hole into the side of your workshop you haven't touched any of the weapons modules.} Tera happily poked a nerve to press her argument. [Im not that scared! It not like the weapons of a medium mech are that much less instant death…] Konee's thoughts drifting as he shivers and double checks again to make sure all the power is being properly drained from the mech.
{Sure~ not 'that' scared… I'm not saying your logic is wrong. Picking a lighter mech does save a lot of hassle… buuuut~ if it isn't obvious, the heavier mech is going to have a stronger, more useful, more resilient shield generator. Which would be ~Ideal~}
[Sure, but if it takes me 5 times longer to take out the shield generator it isn't worth my time…] Konee eventually concedes the argument. There isn't a guarantee that the medium mech even has a shield generator and its not worth arguing over. That… and he just noticed Iron Spirit finished booting. [Ill work with the heavy mech next. I've gotta go catch up with Azure. Chat latter.] Konee hastily spews out.
Konee hastily runs over and starts the scanning procedure for the mech loading into Iron Spirit in the mean time. Deploying a small flying bot with spectrometer in conjunction with a camera to determine the basic material composition of the mech while several resonance readers give the rough identification of the more commonly recognizable exotics. Konee then loads into Iron Spirit's virtual workshop waiting patiently for the mech model to be scanned in and loaded. Although the model certainly isn't perfect it makes a good enough practice dummy so he doesn't botch the real thing… usually.
He spends the next several hours practicing deconstructing the mech. Disabling the mech's security functions, removing the massive armor platings, carefully dislodging the batteries, conduits, and power distributers, before finally removing the engine. Konee sighs satisfied, he rather enjoys the solitude. The entire mech is like a giant puzzle to him, although he is terribly unaware of why's of what makes a mech work, he enjoys seeing things go catastrophically wrong and producing a hilarious result.
After dying several times in the simulation after accidentally removing the wrong wire which primed a supplementary grenade or using the wrong neutralizing agent for the coolant. Konee is finally left with a chassis and the major components, in addition to some new notes in his brain of how not to screw things up for the real deal. Finally he decides to send a message to 7Azureflames of the pile of people in his contacts. Loading into his avatar.