I think the R-Train secretely has a Gunpla hobby, and it needs lots of money to fund it.
Or maybe it's a Gacha addict./jk
Remember when I said this ?
I decided to expand on that idea.
I regret nothing.
WITH GOD AND ANIME ON OUR SIDE
The QZ was a place of horror: starkly contrasted with lifeless stone, the goldnine either churned like a thing possessed or was worryingly quiet.
And everywhere, everywhere the Behemoths: most of them lying still, great staring statues, but there had been a couple of fights in the past, made difficult by the fact touching goldnine would mean death for you and most of the rest of Justice Unlimited.
You and Chatelet are aboard a military helicopter, loaded with the precious bounty you'll be trading for goldnine. Valiant Gold and Black Swan are flying up ahead, looking for any sight of danger, they both have massive backpacks on, loaded with more of the trade goods.
The stuff didn't come cheap: you could up Devin's Tolerance for that amount of money. But there isn't any other way to get Goldnine, and you need more members for Justice Unlimited: you have no excuse to delay purchase with Dr. Ibis's base restored for your use.
The first R-Train drone you see is the size of a motorbike, a small gunship whose sensors point at you like the eyes of a curious dog.
Soon, the number of drones grows, all of them turning towards you blank-faced as you fly past.
And in the heart of the QZ you find one of the R-Train's great cores, a mountain of towering synthesizers and skyscraper-sized mechs. They guard a massive platform, suspended far above the goldnine, via anti-gravity and guarded by several squadrons of gunships that could tear your meager helicopter to shreds.
Mona goes forth, and starts negotiating for the goldnine: you are hoping for at least three doses's worth today, enough to tide you over for a while.
You land in the middle of the huge platform and smaller robots, optimized for precise motions, eagerly come forth to relieve you of your goods.
Several million dollars's worth of anime merchandise: figurines, mostly, both to be meticulously assembled by some of the R-Train's drones and already fully set up, nestled into plastic boxes. And then plushies, a whole mountain of them: you had accidentally opened the cupboard in which they were stored last week and had had to spend half an hour digging yourself out of the mountain of fluff. You had also gotten for the R-Train voluminous stacks of manga, doujinshi and artbooks, enough to fill several trucks, and sufficient stickers to plaster at least two of its biggest mechs in. And then there was other, stranger merch: playing cards, pens, clothing, even a number of limited edition snacks even though
it was a robot and didn't need to eat.
You thanked whatever heavens existed Mona had talked it into accepting a number of subscriptions to various platforms, and that it had the ability to make DVDs and CDs from that. Otherwise, you'd need another helicopter.
Mona was chatting excitedly to one of the drones, talking about some fan merch for a "Precure" show she'd seen online. You suppressed a groan: fan merch took far more time to arrive than official when ordered online, and you didn't look forward to going to one of those dreadful conventions again.
Next to you, Chatelet instructs the drones on how to unpack the cargo, and breaks up several fights between their different opinions on which merch should go to which shrines, as well as scolding one that decided to open one of the "Gunplas" right there and start building.
Noelle stands posed in the air, arms crossed in what you would think was a professional, serious pose if you hadn't known for a fact she had started doing it after taking a shine to that ancient mecha show she and Mona had watched last week.
You sigh loudly. Well, at least they were having fun.