Black.
Just black.
Plain and simple black.
Noted.
A big win. Well—sort of.
Thankfully, the lucky Marshal managed to answer.
And more than that, thankfully, Sid managed to remind and convince the little master before disaster struck.
In truth, Sid had been praying the entire time. Whispering urgent hopes to his long-departed brothers-in-arms. Begging either for the Marshal to be decisive or to flat-out decline the offer altogether.
Because while it would be a tragic loss for the Empire to forgo a mecha built by the most talented mechanic Sid had ever known, it was still his solemn duty to protect not just the little master's reputation—but also the eyes of everyone present.
Thus, a vomit green mecha with orange accents was not the best way to showcase his greatness. And while Lord Jax would likely desire the color of a carrot, the Marshal might actually have a different opinion.
That man might file for treason.
Because who wouldn't?
