Ves and Gloriana continued to work on early stages of the Promethea Mark II Project.
The ace rifleman mech carried their hopes and dreams of being able to present a powerful counter against both the native aliens and the mutated voribugs.
Although the pair of mech designers had yet to present a more enduring solution against the voribug menace, the Promethea Mark II should at least attain total dominance in any tactical situations. They could think about solving the much greater strategic threat another time.
Aurelia's absence became more and more obvious. Their family simply wasn't the same anymore now that their eldest daughter had departed for school.
Even though it was easy for Aurelia to connect to her parents and her siblings by remote, such moments would likely become a lot more rare once she began her studies.
All of the naval academies demanded much from its cadets. Their work and study loads were personally tailored for each of them in order to bring the utmost of their learning potential.
Even a young lady who happened to be endowed with greater advantages than others would find herself intellectually challenged. The greater her study burden, the more promising her subsequent career within the Red Fleet.
If she chose to decline a commission after her graduation, then she would still be able to return to the Parkinson Clan with a broad range of naval acumen.
Aside from these considerations, the naval academies themselves were closed facilities. Information control was very important, and it was best not to let all of the cadets remain in contact with the rest of human-occupied space all of the time. Each of them only received a handful of opportunities to call their parents per semester.
Since that was the case, the family she left behind would have to become more accustomed to life without a lovely and calming girl by their sides.
"Miaow..."
"Don't be sad, Clixie. You still have me!" Andraste tried to console the depressed Rubarthan Sentinel Cat by snuggling up to the furry cat.
It was no secret that Aurelia had been Clixie's favorite companion. The two matched well with each other. Their temperaments were similar and they had even formed an extraordinary bond.
That bond still existed, though the rapidly increasing distance between the two caused it to become stretched to the point where it no longer had any discernable effect.
Ves found that to be a curious development. He intended to keep monitoring Clixie to see whether this bond would persist or break in the coming years.
If not for the strict no-pet policy at the RF's naval academies, then he would have been fine with letting Clixie accompany his eldest daughter.
Oh well.
"Papa?"
"Will you send me away when I become 10?"
He reached out and gently bopped her silly head. "It's too early to talk about stuff like that. Let's wait until we find out your genetic aptitude. You can make a final decision at that time. If you really want to, you can stay with us and learn directly from the mech pilots around you. Sure, you might not earn a fancy diploma in the end, but the rules of warfare are changing so quickly that the value of academic certification is not as great as the wisdom of experienced mech pilots. If Saint Rosa Orfan wakes up and manages to maintain her sanity, then it is not impossible for you to receive her tutoring."
"I want to learn from Saint Dise!"
"We may be able to make that happen as well." Ves thought for a moment. "On second thought, it may be better to send you off to a mech academy. I have no doubts about your talent and your learning ability. It is your discipline and mentality that gives me concern. You need more structure in your life. I love you too much, and so does your mother. We aren't able to rein you in all of the time. It is as if you have inherited all of my restlessness."
Andraste did not like the sound of that. She pettily turned around and spent her remaining time cuddling with Clixie.
Just as Ves was halfway done with browsing the Cybernetic Empire's restricted tech library for advanced components, he received an important notification.
The supply fleet led by Jovy Armalon had finally arrived in orbit of Philaster Crestia III.
The RA's convoy had already arrived sooner, but it took a bit of time for the warships and transport ships to navigate the increasingly more voribug-infested space and safely reach the inner system.
The fact that the 'other half' of the Philaster Crestia System became more and more infiltrated by voribugs was an ominous sign.
It showed that the Goliath Hive was gradually rounding up its 'experiments'.
The time of the decisive battle over the sun system drew closer. It might break out next week or even the next day depending on how long the Goliath Hive wanted to accumulate its bug swarms.
Despite this development, Ves did not feel too concerned. With 30 Ascended Giants at his disposal, it might not be possible to hold the planet in the face of an overwhelming voribug offensive, but it should be easy enough to fight their way out of an encirclement.

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