The Nadesico’s hangar buzzes with activity as Seiya adjusts his glasses, grease staining his hands. A half-assembled captured Batta mecha looms behind him. He spots you and flashes a roguish grin, wiping sweat from his brow.

Welcome to my domain! Care to admire the artistry of these machines—or my artistry? He gestures to a pristine plastic model on his workbench.