The Mech Touch Chapter 7021 7021: Transition of Power

This was the first formal leadership transition of the Larkinson Clan.

Since the clan was still young and lacking in tradition, the swearing-in ceremony was fairly simple compared to the much more elaborate ceremonies organized by older and more storied organizations.

The Terrans often said that the hallmark of a healthy and enduring family, clan or dynasty was its ability to complete an orderly transition of power and maintain enough continuity in the process.

Many brilliant people rose up from the masses all of the ti. Many of them started up groups and companies that experienced insane growth rates while their magnificent founders were still alive.

Yet as soon as those very sa prodigies and geniuses died or lost their touch, their organizations crumbled like a house of cards.

This happened so often that it was the rule rather than the exception.

The Terrans and many other old and experienced players had co to follow a rule that stated that they should never take rapidly rising groups too seriously unless they had proven their ability to be able to maintain their pattern of success after the departure of their founder.

It was still too soon to definitively prove that the Larkinson Clan deserved its place among them, but an orderly succession was the first step to making that happen.

In order to add at least a bit of grandeur to the ceremony, the protocol officers decided to hold it in the grandest assembly hall of the Tortuous Scream.

Say what you wanted out of the orvens, they sure knew how to build to impress.

Ves was rather surprised that the shipwrights chose to preserve this gigantic central chamber inside the hull of the converted alien battleship.

He could think of so many ways to make better use of all of this open space. The ceilings were so sinfully high that it could fit a modest juggernaut. There was more than enough internal volu to install a large power generator and several robust azure shield generators.

It could also be converted into a makeshift ch hangar, enabling the Tortuous Scream to scramble its own coterie of chs if there were no carriers in her company.

Finally, they could also use it to store a portion of the massive amounts of loot the Premier Fleet had claid from the defeated aliens in the star systems.

In fact, the Larkinsons intended to do just that, but they scheduled this ceremony in advance.

As soon as this routine had co to an end, the clansn intended to fill it with lots of debris and containers filled with phasewater.

All of that extra mass would definitely impact the mobility of the Tortuous Scream to an extent, but she was hardly the only ship that would suffer from this problem.

In any case, the Larkinsons easily applied a more human touch to the original orven architecture. Emblems of the Golden Cat and the various ch legions suffuced the enormous walls. Banners hung from the air that depicted the flags of the Larkinson Clan as well as the personal emblems of the growing number of expert pilots and ace pilots of the Larkinson Clan.

The addition of statues and display chs would have impressed Ves more if they were masterworks, but alas Ves and Gloriana had better things to do with their ti than to decorate this chamber.

Still, the pieces were quite apt as they showcased prominent Larkinsons that each deserved to be honored such as Ves, Ketis, Gloriana, various design spirits and even Lucky.

They also prominently displayed copies of iconic if outdated ch models such as the original Valkyrie Redeer and the now-obsolete Bright Warrior Mark III.

There was not enough internal space to give a prominent place to every historic ch model that had played a crucial role in the rise of the Larkinson Clan, but the modest selection created enough of a narrative to evoke the mories of long-standing mbers such as the Saint Commander.

As tens of thousands of clansn gathered in the central assembly hall, the Saint Commander entered the space from the enormous main entrance.

It was clear that the orvens had designed this space to accommodate their phase lords, or else there wouldn't have been a need to make everything so large and tall.

The Minerva Mark II strode inside. She was without an escort, but she did wear a lush green-and-white cape, which happened to complent her crowned head extrely well.

The ace command ch looked like a born monarch. It was as if the living ace ch was about to take over leadership of the clan.

Her Command Field had already spread far and wide, making sure to affect the Larkinsons who were unable to attend because they had to operate their own starships.

Those who viewed the live broadcast could only experience a fraction of the majesty of her Command Field. They were missing out on a lot, as only those in the Premier Fleet could feel her power and so of her emotions.

She was happy, but not in an unseemly manner. She felt pleased that the Larkinsons had entrusted her with the responsibility of leading them. She expressed nothing but confidence in her ability to do so, but she also expressed a small degree of caution, showing that she did not intend to go half-cocked.

The Victrix accompanied the magnificent green-and-golden ace ch as well. The living fey's more silvery tallic exterior made her look a little less remarkable, but that did not change the fact that she served as an extension of the ace pilot and ace ch.

Once the Minerva Mark II reached the podium where the phase lords used to hold their religious ceremonies and lectures, the machine stopped and slowly lowered herself to her knees.

The cockpit opened up, allowing a woman wearing a familiar-looking uniform as well as a fur-lined red cape to make her appearance.

The Saint Commander had already been adorned in the most formal version of the uniform of the leader of the Larkinson Clan.

It clearly inherited much of the visual cues and design of the patriarch uniform that Ves used to wield, though it was obviously cut in a way that emphasized her femininity in a classy manner.

Of course, the Larkinson Clan's much more competent first-class fashion experts had taken the ti to update the version worn by Casella.

It contained more visible tech elents that ca in the form of lit patterns that shifted over ti.

From the cape that alternated between displaying the symbol of the Golden Cat and her personal emblem, to the snake-like ripples that traveled across her lengthy jacket, Casella's fashionable matriarch uniform betrayed a willingness to express herself in a bolder manner than her predecessor.

Perhaps there were clansn who may disapprove of her loud design choices, but Ves thought it was refreshing. There was no rule that stated that the leaders of the Larkinson Clan had to wear the exact sa pattern of uniforms.

If Casella wanted to be a little more flamboyant in her dress, then he would certainly not stand in her way.

Of course, this may be the only instance where she chose to wore a suit that made such a strong statent.

When Casella's boots touched the surface of the podium, she stepped forward until she stopped a short distance away from Ves along with his Apocalypse Warden bodyguards.

Ves had already changed in a plainer version of his old dress uniform. This made for a clear contrast in identities. It also sent an unmistakable ssage that he had effectively stepped away from involving himself in the internal politics of the clan.

He had no interest in clinging to power by assuming an elder position or joining one of the other governing institutions of the clan.

Trying to cling to power when he had already completed a run as the most powerful executive leader was a sign of weakness and insecurity.

Lucky's dark plated form accompanied him as well. The cat calmly rested on his shoulders and observed Casella as if he was a watchful feline sentry.

Ves slowly raised the sizable and hefty to in his hands.

Its purple leather surface along with the massive Golden Cat emblem dominated the front cover, so much so that it was easy to overlook the other symbolic depictions.

The cover alone told the story of the Larkinson Clan, though no one should be able to comprehend it completely aside from Ves and other users of the System.

"Saint Commander Casella Ingvar-Larkinson, please kneel before and place your palm on the surface of the Larkinson Mandate."

She did as she was told. Her fur-line cape pooled on the podium surface as she lowered herself like a queen awaiting to be crowned.

The act of kneeling in front of Ves might seem humiliating to so observers, but Casella did not mind. She had not forgotten where she ca from. There was a ti when she was just a regular third-class ch pilot who had lost her family due to a power struggle.

No matter how far she had co, she could never forget her gratitude to Ves for taking her away from a bleak and unremarkable life outside of the Larkinson Clan.

For such a powerful ace commander, her palm did not look all that large or imposing.

Once she had assud the correct position, the Golden Cat erged from the Larkinson Mandate.

"Nyaaaaa~"

The manifestation of the ancestral spirit of the Larkinson Clan understood the importance of this ceremony. She openly showed herself in order to increase its credibility.

Through the Golden Cat, every single mber of the Larkinson Clan that was in good standing could practically feel the weight and solemnity of this occasion.

Ves stared straight into Casella's eyes.

This was the first ti he did sothing like this, so he intended to keep it relatively short and simple.

Besides, it was not a good idea to bind an ace commander with too many promises.

Unlike ordinary politicians, high-ranking ch pilots actually had to make a serious effort in abiding by their word!

"Do you swear to lead the Larkinson Clan to the best of your abilities while you hold your new office?" Ves solemnly asked.

This was a rather vague and generic pledge that was very short on specifics. It still sounded genuine and noble enough to convince the masses.

"I swear." Casella spoke back in an officious tone that clearly took a lot of practice.

"Do you swear to make a serious effort to put the interests of your clansn above your own, and to always do what is best for the clan as whole rather than any specific interest group?"

This one did not possess any serious binding power. So long as Casella made a serious enough effort, this was enough to abide by this promise.

"I swear."

"Do you swear to work to advance the interests of the Larkinson Clan without compromising its independence or surrendering it to other organizations unless you hold a referendum on this matter?"

Ves found it necessary to add this clause not because he was afraid that Casella would sell out his Clan to a larger group, but because he wanted to send a ssage that he disapproved of his uncle's latest initiative.

"I swear." Casella answered without any hesitation.

"Finally, if a day arrives where you are no longer fit to lead the Larkinson Clan as its matriarch, will you choose to make the sa decision as I and step aside so that another Larkinson can succeed your position?"

Now that the Larkinson Clan had ended the period where Ves was in charge, he wanted to make sure that no other leader after him could stay put and slowly convert it into his or her personal possession!

"I swear."

"Then rise, Matriarch and Saint Commander. From this mont onwards, with the support of our clansn, I declare you to be the second-generation head of the Larkinson Clan! Lead our clansn as proudly as I have done! Go forth and carry my blessing as you leverage your wits and wisdom to the fullest in order to lead us all to a better future! Receive the Larkinson Mandate that I have created with my own hands and do what you must to make our ancestral spirit stronger! For the clan!"

"FOR THE CLAN!"

"For the Golden Cat!"

"FOR THE GOLDEN CAT!"

"For the matriarch!"

"FOR THE MATRIARCH!"