Difficult to Stomach

Ves had an entire night to sleep and think over Aurelia's suggestions.

The parallel development strategy that she espoused to him last evening already lined up with his prior thoughts.

He already developed a desire to establish lots of branches in as many zones of the new frontier as possible.

The difference was that he did not really pay much attention to the size and scope of those branches.

Whether those branches amounted to a single rented office on a rural planet or a massive industrial empire in a more developed colony, their importance did not fundamentally change in his eyes.

This was because Ves always held the psychological expectation that his main fleet would always maintain unquestionable primacy over all of its branches.

By concentrating a large quantity of elite mechs and mech pilots as well as maintaining a firm hold over all of the expert mechs, the fleet would always remain synonymous with his clan.