The Mech Touch novel Chapter 3388

Chapter 3388: Larkinson Fleet Carrier

The addition of the Gorgoneion and the Diligent Ovenbird invigorated the Larkinson Clan. With nine capital ships under their control, the Larkinsons reluctantly possessed everything they needed to conduct a lengthy expedition.

The only shortcomings was that there was insufficient mech capacity and there were still a couple of lacking functions such as the ability to refine fuel.

The former was a major problem but the latter was not an acute issue considering that it was easy enough to stock up on lots of fuel and other essential goods.

As the Larkinsons began to staff the many essential positions of the two new ships, Ves decided to tour them both. He needed to take a break anyway so that he could reach his peak condition when he began to fabricate the Chimera Project tomorrow.

A couple of prominent Larkinsons joined him on this tour for this occasion. Both Commander Melkor Larkinson and Commander Casella Ingvar harbored a great degree of interest in this ship as it would house much of their temporarily diminished mech units for the time being.

Ideally, every mech legion should have its own fleet, consisting of a fleet carrier, lots of combat carriers and as many logistical ships as needed to sustain their operations.

That was clearly an extravagant wish for the moment. In the early days of their expedition in the Red Ocean, all of the mech legions had no choice but to share carrier space in any vessel that could hold mechs.

With an operational capacity of 750 mechs and the possibility to hold double this amount if the mechs were packed, the Gorgoneion was a key defensive component of the Larkinson fleet.

Ves and Lucky began their visit by entering a military shuttle that had originally departed from the Graveyard.

"Ves." Commander Melkor casually greeted the patriarch.

"Sir." Commander Casella was a bit more formal and proper.

"Meow."

Lucky raised his paw and greeted on Ves' behalf. He floated over to Casella and circled around the expert candidate's body a bit. Sadly, the woman did not break decorum in order to pet the cute mechanical cat.

"Meow…"

He had better luck with Melkor. The visored Larkinson was not a pet person, but he was more than willing to scratch Lucky between his ears.

"How have you been these days, Lucky? Has Ves abused you again lately?"

"Meow!"

The three prominent Larkinsons entered an armored shuttle which soon exited the Spirit of Bentheim's hangar bay and ventured into open space.

Ves had fewer opportunities to meet with his Legion Commanders these days. They were stationed on other starships where they could work closer to their own mech pilots, so it was not so easy to randomly bump into them anymore. It was also less convenient for them to hang out after they ended their work shifts.

Another reason why the patriarch rarely spoke to them was because there was a proper hierarchy these days. With a functioning chain of command, Ves no longer needed to address any problems brought up by the Avatars of Myth or the Living Sentinels.

The mech legions had built up extensive and professional administrations that could handle all of the day-to-day problems and solve many larger issues by themselves.

If that wasn't enough, then there was the Military Headquarters that could offer more centralized and higher-level support. Even the most thorny problems could eventually be addressed if General Verle cooperated with the chief ministers of the clan. They all possessed enough authority to make huge, wide-ranging decisions that Ves previously kept to himself.

Though all of this demanded that Ves extended a lot of trust towards the appointed leaders, it generally worked out so far. He just found it regrettable that he no longer got in touch with the middle and lower levels of the clan as often. He began to see more and more why older and more accomplished leaders tended to become insufferantly out of touch with the masses.

Of course, that didn't mean that Ves intended to change anything. He already had a lot of work on his lap and the need to allocate even more time to raising his family already ate up his free time.

"She's big." Commander Melkor said as he peered through to the open porthole on the side.

Casella walked up to the same window and gazed at the distant defensive fleet carrier.

"I am pleased we're getting a brand-new ship." She said. "The Graveyard is a fine vessel, but she is several decades old and also functions as a salvaging vessel. It is not a good place to house our commands. The Gorgoneion will offer better facilities."

Even though much of the Gorgoneion's immense internal volume was dedicated to carrying mechs and increasing her defensive capabilities, there were still plenty of administrative sections that housed hundreds of back offices, training rooms and assembly halls.

All seven mech legions of the Larkinson Army had already begun to transfer their headquarters to the immense dark green-coated fleet carrier!

Once the shuttle entered one of the spacious hangar bays of the Gorgoneion, the three leaders became impressed by what they observed.

As a newly-received vessel, the Larkinsons were just starting to make her operational. Dozens of mechs had already been moved over to the fleet carrier and a constant stream of shuttles and transports brought in lots of goods and personnel.

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