"Boss... Tatsumi is doing again ....." an employee sighed, fatigue evident in his voice, but a hint of joy shone through.
"Haha! Let him !! He is just learning ... " the boss chuckled, making his way to the window in his office , peering down at the workshop below.
There where a dozen SAMS lined up, with mechanics and designers working together to repair or customize the mecha according to the customer demand.
{ A/N : we call this ' PIMP MY MECHA ' . }
The boss, as he gazed at his workshop, could see a young man running around with a notepad in hand, asking questions to everyone and taking notes like a madman.
That young man was Tatsumi. As the boss reminisced about his past, he adopted a melancholic tone and turned to Chris, who stood behind him.
"Chris... Do you recall the first time we saw him?" inquired the boss.
Chris, taken aback by the boss's question, assumed a somber demeanor and replied, "Indeed... I remember it vividly. It was a day filled with rain and gloom. A sorrowful day for Tatsumi...."
Several minutes passed, and the room was filled with a somber and melancholic atmosphere.
No one spoke, the two of them was engaged in a silent duel of gazes, as if communicating without words. But Chris eventually broke the silence.
"Hmph... We need to stop dwelling on his past, boss," Chris continued, his expression brightening as he glanced at the chief.
"Just look at Tatsumi now, full of joy, bounding around like an eager bunny, enthusiastically questioning everyone about S.A.M.S construction!"
"And thanks to someone, he now has his own place... a place where he can finally make his dream come true." Chris remarked with a warm smile.
The chief, who had been observing Chris, turned to look at his workshop and said with a cold voice "I don't know this ' someone ' , but Tatsumi will soon be a student. How can he let such a frail student live alone, in a hangar so far away..."
" Call u know what ... , for a security service, Chris."
Chris chuckled, making a salute, and said, "At your command, General." before leaving the chief alone.
"Yeah, go on... And don't dare to make that gesture again. We're not in the army ..." the chief said, still looking at his workshop, especially at the young man, with a smile.
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In a remote hangar, isolated from civilization and surrounded by scattered debris, our protagonist stood before a workstation.
This desk had been transported from the workshop, and surprisingly, it was a gift from the boss and at no cost. for Free !!!!
The concept of receiving something without strings attached had initially perplexed Tatsumi.
In his old world, such generosity was a rarity.
However, the boss clarified that it was a gift for his studies, explaining that the workstation was old and no longer needed.
The old workstation could still help Tatsumi with basic SAMS modeling and planning.
Compared to the current versions, the workstations now were far superior in functionality.
Furthermore, he added that if Tatsumi declined the offer, there would be no need for him to return to work, as stated by the chief.
With no other choice, Tatsumi accepted the gift, although the idea of receiving something for nothing still seemed strange to him.
However, he couldn't help but chuckle and said at that time, "Why not throw in some materials to build a SAMS while you're at it?"
To his surprise, the chef really included a supply of materials along with the workstation, enough to easily construct a bronze-ranked mecha.
Tatsumi couldn't believe his luck. Getting both a free workstation and a supply of materials for a mecha was suspiciously generous, especially from his usually stingy boss.
"Maybe the boss has something in mind..." Tatsumi murmured to himself.
"Hehe, nevertheless, I've already accepted the chef's gift... It would be impolite to return it now!" Tatsumi added with a wicked smile, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
He decided to make use the most of his boss's gift. He powered up the workstation that stood before him.
[ Welcome to W.S ver1.2.0 ]
[ Made by Tsushima corporation ]
The Tsushima corporation was renowned for its innovative and futuristic creations, often characterized by a Japanese design aesthetic.
They were highly regarded for their logistics technology, including workstations like the one Tatsumi now had.
"Damm, that's a fine machine, even if it's an old version. I hope I can create something like this in the future." Tatsumi said, looking at the workstation in front of him with passion.
He began navigating the workstation's interface with enthusiasm. He could model a S.A.M.S from scratch, create detailed 3D plans, but most importantly, he could access the MSC website.
On the main MSC website, he found a lot of licenses that could unlock blueprints for cutting-edge technology based on his designer level.
However, there was a catch – he needed the licenses, which he didn't have yet.
"Oh, come on..." Tatsumi muttered in frustration as he browsed through the tantalizing blueprints and technologies he couldn't access without the necessary licenses.
But suddenly, Tatsumi received a notification.
[DING!! You've received a new email.]
"Strange... I didn't share my workshop ID. Who could be sending me mail?" Tatsumi wondered aloud.
As Tatsumi clicked on the mail section, he found an email titled "Gift N°3."
Curious, he opened it and read the contents:
"Dear Tatsumi, If you can see this mail, then it means I, Chris, died... Nah, just kidding!!
If you can see this mail, it means you've just clicked on the MSC website, and you're probably drooling all over the S.A.M.S and technology blueprint ."
"WHO'S DROOLING, YOU BAST*RD!!!" Tatsumi exclaimed upon seeing the phrase and continued reading the email:
"As you will probably see, you need to obtain a bronze-ranked license first to unlock just the first tier of all ten tiers in the MSC catalog...
AND, OF COURSE, YOU NEED MONEY! A LOT OF MONEY! AND RIGHT NOW, WE KNOW THAT YOU CAN AFFORD THIS MUCH..."
Tatsumi muttered to himself "Bronze-ranked license, huh? That doesn't sound easy."
He continued reading the email, wondering what Chris had in store for him.
" So as a good senior and for you effort ... The team decided to offer you a blueprint of a S.A.M.S ... "
Now, that was a pleasant surprise for Tatsumi. On the MSC website, Tatsumi hadn't even ventured into the S.A.M.S blueprint section YET .
Why? Because a single blueprint cost 100,000 SC, just for a bronze-ranked mecha. It was far too expensive for him.
"Now you're most likely grinning ear to ear like a maniac... But I want to offer a word of caution as your senior.
We've watched you grow, AND KNOW HOW U CRAZY ABOUT THOSE PIECE OF METAL but always remember... Despite the S.A.M.S being an integral part of everyday life, used in various public works and more, NEVER FORGET THEIR ORIGIN AS MACHINES DESIGNED FOR COMBAT... "
" So, exercise extreme caution in your pursuits. Building them is a serious matter. You're on your own now, and we're not right there beside you to assist you... However, when you encounter any difficulties, don't hesitate to reach out to us."
" Sincerely Chris and the team. PS : The old man is crying since u left , visit him often "
For a few minutes, Tatsumi remained motionless in his seat. He had been accustomed to murder and betrayal in his old world.
(But maybe, just maybe, it's different in this world), Tatsumi thought with a melancholic air.
"NAH, LET'S NOT THINK ABOUT... It's all in the past, 02 " said Tatsumi. "NOW, let's focus on what they sent me!" Tatsumi exclaimed eagerly, his eyes glued to the screen as he prepared to discover the contents of the gift.
[DING!! You've received a new blueprint.]
[ The print have been stored in the folder ' S.A.M.S PRINT ' ]
Going to the folder, he found a file named "MS-06 ZOKU II" He clicked on it, and the model appeared on the workstation's interface.
The ZOKU II's head had a rounded design with a single, large red eye. The eye had a menacing, cyclopean appearance.
The left shoulder was adorned with a set of sharp spikes, giving it a more aggressive and formidable look. These spikes could potentially serve as offensive features or defensive deterrents.
The right shoulder had a design resembling a shield, although it might have additional functionalities beyond simple protection.
The mecha featured a streamlined and menacing appearance, reflecting its role as an avant-garde machine.
"DAMMM!! It looks so fine for a bronze-ranked S.A.M.S," Tatsumi exclaimed in excitement as he examined the mecha's blueprint.
"Are you really sure?" a voice behind him asked, sending a shiver down his spine.