Max returned to the Battalion to get them ready for work and waited for the transition alarm to sound.
Everyone was well aware of their role, namely to just wait in the hangars unless they were called upon. Unless things went very wrong, they would not need Mecha for a simple business deal, but caution dictated that they should all be ready to fight from the moment they made contact.
"Miller, how good is the shielding around these bays? Their patrol ships aren't going to pick up anything strange are they?" Max asked his executive officer.
"Not a thing, sir. Even Abraham Kepler wouldn't see us in here. Though if we have to land on the planet they might be able to scan through the shielding." Major Miller replied.
"Good to hear. I will be in the Enduring Rage until further notice." Max informed him, then hopped up to his Mecha's knee and climbed the side to get back inside.
[Transition to Maneuvering Speed]