Star Ship Girl Era: My Shipgirls Are Too Overpowered

Chapter 111: Someone Is Waiting To Meet Aurelian!!??

"Yelena?" he said. "You’re the last person I expected to see here."

She recognized him immediately.

Lucian Arcturus.

A younger family cadet, still at the academy track, bright enough to be useful and lazy-looking enough to trick people into underestimating him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

Lucian shrugged and closed the panel he had been reading.

"Filling in," he said. "There are not enough people around, so one of the elders decided I could be helpful instead of idle. Apparently, my future is bright enough that they trust me not to mess up archive access."

"Do they not have classes to keep you busy?"

"Not today. Besides, if I am going to pass the commander trial one day, I may as well learn how the family actually functions instead of pretending logistics are beneath me."

That answer was more sensible than she expected.

Yelena did not waste time on teasing him.

"I need to copy a set of blueprints and pull some non-core technology packages," she said. "Ordinary ones, nothing too exotic."

Lucian sat up a little more seriously at that.

"What kind?"

"Tier III source extraction facility plans," she replied. "Industrial district layouts. Civilian Tier II and Tier III technical packages. The usual kinds that do not require elder review."

He stared at her for half a second, then whistled softly.

"That sounds like someone is about to build something large."

Yelena gave him a level look.

"Something useful."

He grinned slightly, but to his credit, he did not keep pushing.

"What grade for the extraction facility?"

"Tier III. Comparable to what a proper third-tier settled world would use." Lucian nodded at once.

"Huh? Why do you use such low-level blueprints? But I guess you must have your own reasons, so I will just note it down while you can get the copies of whatever you want, but this goes under Aurelian’s name, right?"

"Yes, thank you," Yelena did not explain as she nodded when he asked if this went under Aurelian’s name, as she had already gotten his permission.

Hearing this, Lucian nodded once as he stood and moved into the back archive lanes, clearly knowing where the relevant material was stored. While he worked, Yelena looked through the available industrial and civilian packages herself.

Inside the family, this kind of access was cheap.

Outside, even civilian technical sets could cost a ridiculous amount once one left core power territory and dealt with weaker, developing regions. Inside the family system, though, lower-tier technologies were not treated as treasures.

A small copying fee was all it took, because real nobles did not guard tech below Tier VI civilian packages, like crown jewels.

Those were not the things that made or broke great powers.

A few minutes later, Lucian came back with the blueprint for the extraction facility she needed and began helping her sort the rest.

He was unexpectedly competent.

He selected agricultural support packages, industrial refining modules, urban grid plans, civilian fabrication basics, and several infrastructure support sets without needing long explanations, choosing exactly the sort of things a wounded world would need if it planned to recover rather than merely survive.

When he finished, he slid the final group of copied files across the console and gave her a look that was curious but not careless.

"You really are building something big."

Yelena took the stack and checked it one more time.

"Maybe."

He smiled faintly at that and leaned back against the desk.

"I can keep quiet."

She met his gaze for a moment before answering.

"Do that."

Lucian raised both hands in a lazy gesture of surrender.

"The elders do not care about these lower-tier exchanges anyway. And I am not stupid enough to ask questions that might drag me into something I am not invited to know."

That, too, was sensible.

"Oh, right, by the way, can you help me pass on a message to Aurelian that someone has come by to meet him, but his parents are unable to contact him, so they told us to keep an eye out when they meet him or one of you three." Lucian quickly said as he watched Yelena walk out.

Hearing this, Yelena looked back and gave a nod as she decided to go back and tell Aurelian about this.

By the time Yelena left the archive complex, her storage held the copied facility plans, the extraction blueprint, and a thick batch of civilian technologies.

On the way back through the fortress, she also arranged another round of material purchases to cover the remaining industrial needs.

Transport hulls had to be bought as well, because there was no point waiting for outside contractors to move everything slowly through public channels when the family could move it more quietly through its own controlled network.

That part cost credits, but not enough to make a difference.

What mattered was speed.

As the days passed, more of the material convoys arrived. The construction yard filled steadily, the engineering hulls moved through frame completion and final assembly, and the first serious infrastructure loadout began taking shape in a way that no longer looked theoretical.

In the end, all three engineering ships were completed.

But just as Aurelian had predicted earlier, there was no need to awaken all of them at once.

Too many specialized ships with no immediate work would only become another kind of waste, and more bonded links were not something to expand carelessly.

So the triplets made the same call he would have made himself.

Only one would be activated for now.

The other two would remain held back for later delivery to Aurelian when timing and need aligned properly.

Yelena stood in the construction yard after the final confirmations were complete and looked over the finished engineering hulls in silence for a few moments.

The work had gone well.

The material flow had held.

The extraction blueprint was ready.

The civilian technology stack was secured.

And the first real pieces of Larkspur Haven’s future backbone were no longer just plans in Aurelian’s head.

They were becoming real, one shipment and one completed hull at a time.

She thought briefly of him out there, on a world still being dragged back from collapse, and then of her own level pressing closer to its next threshold.

Things were moving faster now than any of them had expected when this all began.