Capítulo 168: Throttling Up, Pt 3

A salesman in a wonderfully-pressed semi-formal outfit slapped a hand on the hull of the used ship next to him.

“This bird can fit up to 900 cubic meters of standard goods,” he said, “such as your traditional flour noodle dish with delicious homemade red sauce poured on top.”

Eva, Miko, and Amal all gawked at the beautiful frigate in front of them. It was sleek and held organic curves, as though it was a seed with short wings.

Miko scanned it with her baton, pulled down its base operational data points straight to her brain, and shared what she found with the other two. According to what they saw on their DI, the ship was slightly larger than most frigates of its class.

It sat at 150 meters long, 68 meters wide, and 42 meters high. It had a robust, flexible structure that utilized a specialized force-cancelling armor. Any ballistic weapons fired at its hull would, with proper calibration, bounce off harmlessly.

Or at least, prevent any severe punctures.