It was enormous.
The vessel rested in the dark like a moving fortress, its hull stretching farther than anything he currently commanded.
Layered armor plates covered its length, and deep weapon banks ran along both flanks in disciplined rows. Its profile was not flashy, but its weight was impossible to miss.
This was not a patrol ship, not a fleet carrier, and not a frontier command vessel. This was one of the family's true strategic warships, the kind of asset that moves only when the family thinks it needs to put its foot down.
Rhoswen leaned closer to the front display, her excitement briefly overwhelmed by awe.
"That is unfair."
Beside her, Astra studied the incoming readings.
"Tier VII strategic class."
"Tier VII?" Rhoswen asked.
Astra looked at her.
"What did you expect, although he is our commander's father, but he is also the head of the Arcturus family, so he needs to be powerful."
Aurelian looked at the massive ship and understood exactly what she meant.
