Star Ship Girl Era: My Shipgirls Are Too Overpowered

Chapter 110: Yelena Goes To The Aurelian Family’s Main Space City

The engineering blueprint that Aurelian sent back was only the beginning.

A large starport could not be built with a single good idea and a stack of confidence. It needed materials, and not just a few.

The quantity was frightening, and many of the things required had to be reserved in advance rather than bought on impulse.

Some of the materials were ordinary by the standards of interstellar industry, while others were higher-tier structural components that were expensive mainly because of volume, not rarity.

That was what slowed the triplets down.

Fortunately, none of it was impossible to get.

Most of the required materials could be bought openly with credits as long as one had enough money and enough channels, since they were not exclusive to shipgirls.

They were industrial materials, the kind used in major construction.

After receiving Aurelian’s instructions, the triplets split the work instead of trying to do everything in one place.

Orders were placed through secure family channels, shipping schedules were rearranged, and several batches of materials were redirected away from noisier commercial routes and toward safer storage yards connected to the Arcturus side of the network.

Even then, it still took time.

In the end, the first ordering phase alone took two full days.

This time, they did not use one of the busier ports closer to Polaris’s academy districts because there were too many people there, too many eyes, and too many chances for someone to notice that a first-year commander’s circle was suddenly gathering infrastructure-grade materials in absurd quantities.

The family side was quieter, more controlled, and much easier to explain away if needed.

After renting a secured construction yard through the family channels, the triplets began the first round of manufacturing according to Aurelian’s instructions.

The engineering blueprints were moved into use, and the first production line began shaping the hull frames for three engineering ships and one nullfield warp jammer.

Most of the process was already in motion before the family workers even realized how serious the order actually was.

That left only a few things undone.

The fixed source extraction facility blueprint still needed to be copied from the family archives.

Some industrial district planning modules also had to be selected.

On top of that, they still needed a range of civilian Tier II and Tier III technologies, things not glamorous enough to impress anyone in a war report, but essential if Larkspur Haven was going to become a real territory instead of just a battered world under temporary occupation.

That part could not be handled remotely.

Someone had to go in person.

In the end, Yelena went.

They did not ask their family because it is something they can handle, and they are not sure whether Aurelian wanted others to know where he is right now, so they did not use their family’s extensive networks.

The others were still busy watching the material intake and construction yard schedules, so she left the port side behind, boarded a secure shuttle, and headed toward the Arcturus family fortress on the far side of the system.

The fortress had always existed for the same reason every great family maintained strongpoints near major gates.

Opening a route was convenient until something hostile came through it.

So the Arcturus family had built a dense cluster of defense platforms, bastion docks, and fortress structures near their home system’s gate approach, enough to make any direct raid costly, even if the gate network elsewhere went wrong.

Yelena had been there before.

But this time, the place felt different.

As the shuttle passed through the outer verification ring, she noticed immediately that traffic was lighter than usual.

There were fewer ships in motion, fewer crew transfers, fewer training rotations. Even the patrol patterns looked tighter, more serious.

Before she had time to wonder too much about it, the shuttle finished its guided approach, and a family guard unit was already waiting at the landing point.

They were not ordinary guards.

It was a full squad of elite fourth-tier powered frames.

Their leader stepped forward after removing his visor, posture straight and tone respectful.

"My apologies, Lady Yelena," he said. "The fortress is under partial martial control right now, so procedures are stricter than usual."

Yelena gave a small nod.

"I need access to the technical archive and treasury copy service," she said. "Mostly blueprints."

"Of course. Please follow me."

The rest of the squad returned to patrol after the handoff, while the officer led her deeper into the fortress.

As they moved through the inner corridors, Yelena kept noticing the same thing.

Too quiet.

It was not empty, but it was definitely thinner than it should have been.

She had seen this place in more normal times, and back then it had always felt active, crowded, layered with personnel and movement.

Now it felt like too much of that weight had been pulled away and sent elsewhere.

After a few minutes, she finally asked.

"What happened here?"

The officer glanced at her once, then answered without much hesitation.

"It is not really classified by someone in your position," he said. "There have been changes deeper out in the frontier belts and the lost-zone routes. A large part of the family’s remaining mobile forces has been reassigned. The fortress is still secure, but thinner than usual. That is why control protocols were tightened."

Yelena’s expression did not change much, but her thoughts sharpened at once.

She did not ask whether this was connected to Aurelian’s earlier discoveries, the Omnic issue, or something else entirely. A guard officer would not know enough to answer properly anyway.

So she let it rest.

Whatever had happened in the frontier, it was serious enough to pull strength back out of settled space, and that alone told her more than idle questions would have.

The officer eventually led her to the archive-treasury interface zone and left after confirming her access.

The place was even quieter than the fortress corridors, with only one person at the front station.

A young Arcturus cadet sat there reading from a floating text panel, looking so relaxed that he almost did not fit the mood of the rest of the fortress.

When he looked up and saw who had arrived, his expression brightened.