The Mech Touch novel Chapter 5312

The Bluejay Fleet all had warp travel capabilities, so it took little time for the powerful mecher warships to arrive in orbit of New Constantinople VIII.

As Ves looked down on the beautiful globe from a considerable height, he wondered whether he should stick to his original plan and stay here for the long term.

He certainly made steps to do so. He gained an entire first-class military outpost in a trade when he attended the conference. He already made a deal with the Terrans to deconstruct it and move all of the pieces back to New Constantinople.

This was an expensive and cumbersome process as the cost of shipping bulk materials had risen considerably. The transportation of expensive materials and components needed to be covered by an escort at all times in order to deter any sort of Interception.

What mattered was that Ves would be disrupting a lot of plans if he decided to leave shortly after his arrival.

"I guess I'll stay."

There was no compelling reason to leave the New Constantinople System other than the fact that he did not want to reunite with General Axelar Streon.

Once Ves managed to get past this ordeal, his life in the months to come should proceed a lot smoother.

He decided to reserve his judgment and see how the next few days would unfold.

An hour passed by as various parties made a lot of preparations. The arrival of a rising star was treated as a big event in the Terran Alliance.

While a lot of ordinary people were confused why the higher ups attached so much importance to a second-rater, those who were better informed all paid serious attention to this spectacle!

The way Ves interacted with the first group of Terrans he visited in person would set the tone of his relationship with the powerful first-rate colonial superstate.

There were many interests that benefited if Ves became chummy with the Terrans. There were also many other interests that would rather see the opposite happen.

This was the price for becoming such a famed and controversial figure. Ves could no longer do anything big without attracting an excessive amount of attention and scrutiny.

A few minutes passed as Ves remained in thought.

Eventually, his wife and children entered the teleportation chamber.

Each of them dressed at their best. The mechers had done a good job at fitting them with refined outfits that would not look cheap or tacky to Terran sensibilities.

His wife wore a variation of her favorite deep blue dress speckled with soft pulsing stars. The fabric was deeper and complex patterns became visible when they reflected the light.

Aurelia and Andraste looked like princesses. Their gold and black dresses did not lose out in complexity, but their small sizes made them look adorable as well as elegant.

The ribbons on their heads were a nice touch. They were folded in a way to give the impression that the children had cat ears, though the ends of the ribbons also trailed down a fair length for a bit of extra flair.

Marvaine was the youngest of them, so he wore a tiny and considerably simplified version of a Larkinson dress uniform. The resemblance between his current appearance and that of his father was clear, though the brown-haired boy did not need any ribbons to make him look exceptionally cute.

"Meow."

"Miaow."

Of course, their cats couldn't be left out of the party either.

There was no need to weigh them down with too many accessories. Lucky wore a tuxedo collar that made him look a little less out of place in a formal setting. Clixie wore her usual resplendent collar but also gained a cute pink bowtie on her head.

Aside from that, both cats had colorful ribbons tied to their rails, which added a touch of playfulness ro their appearances.

"Make sure to behave and keep an eye on our children, alright?" Ves addressed his two pets. "I don't want to impose too many rules on you, but make sure not to do anything that will cause the Terrans to think less of us. It is best if you act cute and win the hearts of our audience with your impeccable charm."

"Meow!"

"Miaow miaow!"

Seeing that his cats had gotten the message, Ves turned to Gloriana. His eyes immediately became clued to the brand-new handbag hanging off her forearm,

"That's new." He remarked.

"What did you expect, Ves?" Gloriana placed a hand on her hip. "Did you expect me to parade my old Isolde Zhu or Pop Cult bags today? That is absurd! These bags are decent enough status symbols In second-class space, but here? They are worth less than dirt! Carrying them Is no different than presenting myself while dressed In rags!"

Although her logic was sound, Ves couldn't help but wonder how much it cost to purchase this bag.

He was not familiar with the billions of brands in existence, but according lo Vulcan's craftsmanship judgment, the dainty deep red handbag looked like a bespoke job from an exclusive boutique.

Although the artisan had tried to be restrained in the design of the bag, the materials were all natural, hand-processed and devoid of any but the tiniest flaws that couldn't be removed without resorting to industrial means!

This caused the relatively conservative design to exude a refined sense of personality. Ves could even sense that this touch was feminine.

Apparently, the craftswoman was very good at her job, because the handbag had become a masterwork product In the end!

"How much does this bag cost?" Ves asked in a suspicions tone even as he formed his own estimate.

"5 million MTA credits."

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify