Star Ship Girl Era: My Shipgirls Are Too Overpowered

More than half a month passed before Yelena finally came to Larkspur Haven for the first time, and when she did, she did not do so quietly.

A long convoy followed her, controlled by the ship girls under her command, loaded with construction materials, copies of technical archives, industrial modules, civilian technology packages, extraction plans, and the three engineering hulls built at the family yard.

Aurelian watched the arrival from Black Crown’s command display and did not look particularly surprised.

He had expected it to take time.

If anything, he had originally thought it might take closer to a month, not because the triplets were slow, but because this time the scale was different.

Occupying a world was one thing. Building it into something stable was another.

Construction always moved more slowly than conquest, and it always needed more than people first guessed.

When Yelena finally came aboard and handed over the updated manifests, Aurelian read through them carefully, then gave a small nod.

"You did well," he said.

Yelena looked tired, but she had that small twinkle of satisfaction that she could help him out, as she and her sisters had been given multiple clues about ship girls and items that helped them a lot.

And although Aurelian didn’t think much about them, the triplets still wanted to help him whenever he needed.

"We brought everything that could be moved quickly, and most of the follow-up shipments are already scheduled," she said. "The engineering hulls are ready, too."

That part mattered most.

The first engineering ship had already been awakened on the triplets’ side during the wait.

The other two had been kept dormant, just as planned, and now that they were finally here, Aurelian took care of the rest himself.

The activation process was not complicated, only time-consuming.

When it was over, Larkspur Haven’s growing fleet gained two more shipgirls, and together with the first engineering ship already standing by, they could immediately start the entire construction project without much delay.

All three were work-focused to the bone.

That became obvious in less than an hour.

Before anyone could properly ease into introductions, they were already reviewing yard capacity, orbital dock strain, material flow, and the order in which current projects had to be handled if Aurelian wanted maximum efficiency rather than wasted effort.

The first priority was clear.

The damaged battlecruiser hull he had secured earlier had to be repaired.

That could be handled by one engineering shipgirl.

The second priority was more troublesome.

The one-use battleship blueprint was too valuable to leave sitting around, but building a battleship without a proper starport or fixed shipyard was not simple.

In the end, two of the engineering shipgirls had to work together on the project, and once that kind of construction started, it could not be paused halfway through.

That pushed the large starport project back again.

Aurelian had expected as much.

And he did not want to overwork the engineering shipgirls right after they were born.

So he made the order plain.

The battle cruiser would be repaired first by one engineer.

The battleship would enter construction under the other two.

The great starport would wait until all three were free.

No one objected, mostly because the order made sense.

At the same time, Elowen had not been idle either.

Over the past days, while Larkspur Haven was being dragged back toward stability, she had taken time to inspect Lysara’s ruined homeworld properly, and what she found there was better than Aurelian had expected.

The world was not truly dead.

It was devastated, yes, and it was a stage where everyone else would have given up, but for Elowen, the planet is still something that can be brought back.

A few plant strains still clung on. Some deeper biomes still held traces of survival. The atmosphere was ruined, but not beyond saving.

That was enough for Elowen.

She calmly explained that if she transplanted Whiteheart descendants there and spent enough time on climate repair, water balance, and slow ecological layering, then the world could be raised again to the level of a basic life-bearing planet.

But she told him that this cannot be done quickly.

Aurelian listened to the report and knew that this was better than nothing.

He was in no rush to move civilians there. Larkspur Haven had only just survived its disaster, and shoving people toward a second world too early would be foolish.

But if the ruined planet could be restored into a future settlement world, even a modest one, then the whole region around Larkspur Haven would become much easier to hold in the long term.

So Elowen received approval to continue at her own pace.

Back on Larkspur Haven itself, Caelan worked almost without stopping.

At times, Aurelian honestly felt the man was trying to make up for the whole world’s pain by refusing to rest.

It was not healthy, but it was useful.

The surviving governments on the planet were so broken that there was little left to negotiate.

A few military pockets remained, a few local administrations still held pieces of civil order together, but most of the old structure had either collapsed outright or was now only a name on dead documents.

Because Caelan’s homeland had survived better than most, and because so many of its upper officers and political figures had died, he had ended up becoming the highest remaining authority in the strongest human bloc on the planet almost by accident.

Aurelian had not expected to find such a useful man when he first pulled him half-dead from orbit, but the longer things went on, the more obvious it became that luck had favored him in a very specific way.

Caelan understood the situation, too.

He knew perfectly well that Aurelian had the power to force obedience if he wanted it, and he knew just as well that cooperation would save more of his people than pride ever could.

So he worked.

He gathered survivors.

He reorganized local troops.

He restored the chain of command where there was none.

And, because he wanted to prove that Larkspur Haven’s people still had value, he pushed hard to show results as quickly as possible.

Within days of the Whiteheart rain plan taking effect, one of the major cities under his influence had power again.

Soon after that, regular ground-to-orbit communication stabilized.

The space station, which had once been a dead shell, was now able to operate at normal levels.