Star Ship Girl Era: My Shipgirls Are Too Overpowered

The rest of the fight ended quickly once everyone else realized that the largest rebel force and its leader were already under the control of the newly arrived human.

The awakened units who had followed him looked shaken now that the heat of the moment had passed.

A few still held themselves stiffly, like they wanted to keep pretending they had not already lost, but most of them had the same look people always had when a plan collapsed right in front of them and left nothing behind except damage and embarrassment.

Lysara stood among them with that same clean calm she carried into battle, her beam-blade still active, light humming softly in the chamber.

The floor around her was scattered with ruined rifles, broken frames, and the remains of a fight that had never really become close.

Aurelian glanced over the room once, then looked to Seris.

"You know your own people better than I do," he said. "Tell me who followed him out of fear, who followed him because they were cornered, and who was ready to burn this place down no matter what."

Seris lowered her head slightly.

"I can do that."

"Then do it."

She moved at once, giving orders in a voice that had changed in a subtle way since the fight started.

Before, there had been caution in it, and uncertainty as she tried to judge whether trusting Aurelian would ruin everything.

Now there was something firmer there. Relief, perhaps, but also responsibility. The decision had been made, and now she had to carry it through properly.

Groups were separated quickly after that. Some of the awakened units were disarmed and sent to containment without argument.

A few tried to protest, but not loudly or for long. The worst of Caedrin’s inner circle were identified by Seris and two others from her side, not people who had simply gone along with him, but those who had helped place the charges, helped imprison the moderates, and pushed hardest for the control hall to be destroyed.

Aurelian did not order them to be killed.

He saw no reason to turn the first act of his rule here into a massacre, especially when so much of this had grown out of fear and isolation rather than simple malice. That did not mean he would be lenient, only that he would be useful.

"Lock them down completely," he said. "No command privileges, no network authority, no access to critical systems, and no private contact with each other until I decide otherwise."

Seris nodded.

"Yes."

One of the awakened units on her side, a dark-haired male model with a face similar to older humans, stepped forward after that.

And Aurelian, who saw this, couldn’t help but have a question in his mind if these lines were made by the awakened unit or was it natural, as there are infinite possibilities in space, so he cannot judge them based on what he knows.

"Commander," he said, inclining his head. "My designation is Meren. I led part of the group that imprisoned Caedrin before Seris got you here. I owe you thanks, whether or not you think it necessary."

Aurelian studied him briefly, then gave a small nod.

"You can thank me by helping stabilize your people."

Meren let out a short breath that almost sounded like a laugh.

"That is fair, and I will try my best to fulfill that request."

By the time the last of the explosive charges had been removed from the control hall approaches, the base had already started to feel different.

At least the awakened people did not have the look of ’I will sacrifice myself at the slightest disagreement’.

Seris returned a few minutes later and stopped in front of him.

"The hall is clear," she said. "The path is open now."

Aurelian nodded once and finally moved.

The corridor leading inward was broader than the others, built more like a ceremonial corridor than a practical passage, which gave him some views about the earlier rulers of this base.

Even when they were hiding things, even when they were locking them behind bloodline rules and dead laws, they still wanted the final approach to feel important.

The control hall itself was vast.

The ceiling rose in smooth arcs above a circular chamber lined with dark metal and old light, with layered consoles, suspended rings, and a central platform that looked less like a captain’s station and more like the heart of the entire bastion. Nothing here looked improvised. Everything had been built to outlast the people who first made it.

As Aurelian stepped inside, some of the dormant systems around the room woke a little more fully, pale lines of light running along the floor and walls like veins carrying life back into an old body.

Lysara stood half a step behind him and looked around quietly.

"So this is what they protected all this time."

"Yes," Seris said. "And feared."

That was probably the better word.

Aurelian moved toward the central platform without thinking much about it. He did not like old systems, not because they were useless, but because they always came with problems and often had outdated rules and guidelines that could be problematic in different situations.

Even now, after everything that had happened in the outer chamber, he stayed alert.

When he reached the middle, the platform responded immediately.

A ring of light formed around him. Several vertical panes of data rose out of the floor in silence.

For one brief moment, he thought there might be another test coming, another hidden condition or inheritance trap, something fitting for a paranoid military state that had already made this much trouble for him.

But no.

The system scanned him once, paused, then changed.

A calm mechanical voice filled the room.

"Human confirmed. Genetic inheritance condition satisfied. Bastion authority transfer available. Do you accept command of Helion Bastion Twelve and its subordinate structures?"

Aurelian almost found it insulting how simple that part was after everything else.

He looked at Seris.

"You were telling the truth."

She gave him a tired little smile.

"I said I was."

He looked back at the central console.

"I accept."

The answer was immediate.

"Authority transfer initiated."

The light in the hall deepened, not brighter exactly, but more complete, as if whole sections of the room that had only been half-awake until now had finally decided to live again. New layers of data opened around him.

System trees. Base maps. Dock inventories. Security sectors. Internal population counts. Energy status. Sealed archives. Restricted command paths. External structure grids. Ship berths. Storage vaults. Weapon hardpoints, though most of those looked inactive or stripped, just as Lysara had guessed.

It was a lot.

Enough that if he had not already been used to command interfaces and mental load, it would have been overwhelming.

Lysara, unable to see the actual data itself, watched the change in the room and understood the answer anyway.

"You got it?"

"Yes," he said.

That one word changed the atmosphere more than anything else.

Seris closed her eyes for a second, very briefly, and when she opened them again, some old tension had finally eased out of her shoulders.

Meren let out a breath behind her. Several of the other awakened units that had come in after the hall was secured exchanged glances that looked half disbelieving and half relieved.