Soon after the shipnts of chs arrived, the Larkinsons received another delivery.
Dozens of combat carriers and logistics ships transitioned out of FTL. The ergence of so many second-class ships initially alard the local authorities, but soon they relaxed once it beca clear the vessels were Hexer-built.
The Larkinson Clan already expected their arrival. Their Hexer architecture did not dampen the enthusiasm of the clansn.
It didn't matter whether these vessels used to be owned and operated by Hexers. After so thorough refurbishnt and applying so brand-new coating, the incoming second-class starships ought to be just as serviceable in the hands of the Larkinsons!
As the Hexer crews of the arriving ships handed over command to the Larkinson Clan, they didn't leave imdiately. The Larkinson spacers that entered the vessels and touched the elaborate controls quickly beca overwheld by all of the advanced functions.
It took ti for the mariners to beco accustod to operating these advanced vessels. Second-hand or not, Ves already knew from ships such as the Barracuda and the Scarlet Rose that it was at least five tis more difficult to control them! Certain ship components such as the FTL drives were so much more complex that the Larkinson Clan had to contract so Hexer chief engineers on a long-term basis.
The thought of having Hexers in charge of the most critical parts of the starships made many Larkinsons nervous. While the chance of anything going wrong was small, it was best if the Larkinson Clan's own chief engineers got up to speed as soon as possible!
As Ves was more preoccupied with working on his new ch design projects, he only spared so ti to inspect a couple of new ships.
He first headed over to the newly-christened Purplefeather. As his shuttle landed in the busy hangar bay, Ves and Lucky stepped out and took in the frenetic activity taking place inside.
The Hexers may have delivered their starships with complete loadouts, but the Larkinsons still had to bring their own supplies and other equipnt. Various shuttles and small transports continually delivered different goods.
"What a busy ship." Ves remarked to Commander lkor.
"Breaking in a ship is a montous effort. It will take months before we're comfortable with running our new flagship. I'm just happy that we're finally obtaining second-class ships of our own. Do you know how much I envied the Penitent Sisters during our journey through the Nyxian Gap? The ships we had before hardly provided us with any sense of security!"
Ves smiled as he reminisced about the past. "It hasn't been a lot of years since we initially procured the Redfeather and the Greenfeather. Do you know how much it pained to spend a few billion bright credits back then? All we could afford was a pair of light carriers."
"Yeah, I rember. You were too much of a cheapskate to supply my Avatars with a proper combat carrier." lkor grumbled.
"Hahaha! Don't kid . You wouldn't have been in favor of buying a combat carrier either. They were just too damned expensive. Back then, we only guarded ourselves against pirates, gangs and Vesians. We never thought we would get pulled into a conflict against the Friday Coalition and a powerful Nyxian pirate alliance. We have co so far to get to this point. Be proud of that, lkor."
"I don't feel very proud. Too many of our brothers and sisters have lost their lives to secure all of this prosperity. We all feel a little guilty for being among the survivors."
Ves frowned. That sounded rather troubling. "Hey, that is what counseling is for. It is absolutely not your fault."
"I know, I know. I have been talking to a counselor from the Larkinson Veteran Foundation as of late. It has helped, but.. it's harder to set aside responsibility when you are a commander. How do you cope with the guilt of leading so of your n to their deaths?"
"By not feeling guilty at all." Ves answered.
"...Are you serious?"
"Ahem, I know that sounds rather insensitive, but really, don't get too hung up over the past." Ves quickly coughed. "While the dead deserve your regards, don't let your obligations towards the slain override your obligations towards the living. If your guilt negatively affects your judgent and performance, then it is best to relinquish your command. The Avatars of Myth pursue excellence in all forms. You'll only hold your own n back if you let them get affected by your moping."
lkor's body shook a bit. Ves had given him quite a shock. Not even his counselors dared to be so direct!
"I.. can't do that yet, Ves. It's too callous. While I agree with your logic, the dead must be rembered. Didn't you say that in one of your speeches?"
"Well yes, but.. that is mostly ant to keep everyone moving forward. Don't take it too literally. It's much more important to keep your productivity high. You need to stop any behavior that goes against that goal. The Avatars who are still alive are all counting on you to lead them with a sober mind."
This was not sothing that lkor could easily accept. To him, what Ves was asking of him was tantamount to forgetting the sacrifices of the dead. This did not conform with his sense of honor!
It was too bad that Ves was unsympathetic towards lkor's attitude towards the dead. He was chiefly responsible for all of the recent losses. While he felt a bit regretful about the thousands who died, he did not allow himself to go any further.
As long as he felt any guilt, his efficiency in designing chs would definitely drop! This was self-defeating behavior in his eyes.
The simplest solution to this problem was to wipe away all of his guilt. He did so. Problem solved.
Ves and lkor exited the hangar bay and inspected so of the compartnts. They toured the engineering bay, the ch stables, the ch workshop before ending up at the bridge.
An engineer was already affixing a large plate that proudly declared the na and serial number of the combat carrier.
"The Purplefeather, huh? Your naming sense is as bad as ever."
Commander lkor chuckled. "It gets the job done. I'm saving up the Goldfeather for when our Avatars finally receive our fleet carrier. Speaking about capital ships, how long will it take to receive a proper vessel?"
"Don't be too impatient. The Purplefeather is already impressive enough to tide your n over."
The Purplefeather was a large-capacity combat carrier that was able to hold up to 60 chs. She featured moderate armor, moderate mobility and terrestrial landing capabilities. She also contained a dedicated command center that was suitable for coordinating large amounts of chs.
The combat carrier once served as the flagship of a Hexer rcenary corps a few decades ago. He didn't go through a lot of combat back when she sailed the stars under a different na. This ant that her condition was still excellent for a ship that was over half-a-century old!
What Ves especially valued about the Purplefeather was that she boasted 12 highly-reinforced bunkers. The combat carrier's forr owners upgraded their plating so that they did an even better job of protecting chs hunkering inside!
The Purplefeather was actually quite an impressive vessel even among modern Hexer combat carriers!
Ves hadn't skimped too much when it ca to investing in his sub-capital ships. He fully recognized the value of strong and defensive ships after seeing how well the Penitent Sisters fared with them. Without their tough and resilient combat carriers, his task force would have never been able to damage the Gravada Knarlax!
"You don't understand, Ves. It's one thing to wait for a fleet carrier. It's another thing to wait for a fleet carrier while we have a good view of the Antonio Cross and the Hemmington Cross!"
"Ah. I see."
Even Ves envied the fleet carriers of the Cross Clan sotis. Though both of them were quite flawed in his eyes, that did not stop him from desiring them for himself!
Luckily, his factory ship would soon be on the way. Ves didn't have to wait long before he obtained his biggest toy.
"When?" lkor asked in a more insistent tone.
"I really can't say. There are too many variables at play."
"Can you at least tell if my Avatars are at the top of the list?"
"I can't tell you that either. It depends on the fleet carrier we are able to procure and the needs of our clan. Don't worry too much. Even if your Avatars don't get the first turn, your troops will definitely obtain sothing soon."
Ves was actually thinking about granting the first fleet carrier to the Living Sentinels. They fielded the most chs and possessed a higher demand for a large and solidly-armored capital ship.
The Avatars of Myth were already doing well enough without a capital ship. Ves did not expect their confidence and fighting spirit to rise once they received their own fleet carrier.
Of course, Ves didn't tell any of this to lkor. It was enough to give his cousin so hope.
As they continued to chat, lkor eventually brought up sothing personal.
"So, Ves. I hate to sound impatient, but when are you prepared to design a custom rifleman ch for ? Will it be after you've completed your current projects?"
Ugh. Not this again. The pressure on Ves didn't abate after half a year. He already promised Master Willix to begin with the developnt of so expert chs and he also had to design at least 3 more Hexer chs to close out his current commission.
Aside from that, Ves didn't have an existing base to design lkor's ideal custom ch. He had to design a dedicated rifleman ch first.
"Your custom ch will co in ti." He perfunctory replied. "The longer you wait, the better it will be. I promise you the end product will absolutely blow your mind."
"I'm getting older, Ves. We're not as young as we used to be. We're both over thirty years old. I'm afraid I'll be nearing forty when I finally receive this promised custom ch of yours. Do you know how much of a difference that makes to ch pilots? We age faster than you ch designers."
Designing chs was a purely intellectual occupation. As long as a ch designer's mind remained sharp, it didn't matter if his body grew wrinkled and his hair turned white.
It was different for ch pilots. While the use of neural interfaces allowed soldiers to pilot chs with their minds, a strong body was still essential for certain reasons.
Not only that, but piloting chs inherently stressed the brains of their pilots. Ves once learned a dark secret about chs. ch pilots gradually accumulated brain damage as they interfaced with their chs. In most cases, this damage was irreversible. It could only be slowed, but never stopped.
This was one of the reasons why it was a lot more troubleso to extend the lives of ch pilots. Without any biological augntations or treatnts, a ch pilot's peak gradually declined over ti.
Though lkor and many other ch pilots didn't know that much, they were still aware of the gradual decline in performance. They just chalked it up to the loss of youthful vigor or sothing.
Ves placed his hand on lkor's shoulder. "You don't have to wait until you're a grandpa before you get your custom ch. I promise you that. Just be patient. The demand for other chs are too great to address your needs. You don't want to leave our expert pilots hanging, do you?"
Commander lkor bent his head. "You're right. I'm being too selfish. It would be bad if the completion of one of our expert chs is set back just so that I can obtain my dream ch."
Despite saying that, he still yearned to pilot a ch as impressive as the Quint. He sacrificed so much to lead the Avatars of Myth to this point. When would he ever be able to reap his cherished reward?
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