Star Ship Girl Era: My Shipgirls Are Too Overpowered-Chapter 100: Leaving To Look For Another Possible Ship Girl 2

In less than a day, Aurelian led Solenne and Rhoswen to the dead world mentioned in the clue.

This time, he did not bring Astra with him. She remained over Larkspur Haven, where the situation still needed a steady hand more than another gun.

Astercourt stayed with her as well, continuing the slow work of turning temporary control into actual order, something that could hold even after the fighting ended.

When the fleet reached the dead planet, the view below them was bleak, making it hard to look at; you would always sigh and want to stay away from here, and all of this is because of what it represents.

There were still traces of civilization on the surface, old building clusters, road grids, launch platforms, and broken industrial zones, but everything had long since been swallowed by silence and neglect.

Weeds and tough gray growth had spread over what remained, not enough to make the world alive, only enough to remind anyone looking that life had once struggled here and then lost, leaving behind only marks.

The atmosphere was so thin that it barely deserved the name. There were no visible animals, no moving weather systems worth mentioning, and no oceans reflecting light back into space, nothing that suggested recovery had ever begun.

Aurelian stood on Solenne’s bridge and looked down at it for a few seconds before speaking, taking in the full view without rushing past it.

"This place was habitable once."

Solenne, who had already begun routing reconnaissance coverage across the world, answered while working, her attention divided but steady.

"It still has the bones of one," she said. "Whatever happened here did not just kill people, it crippled the world itself along with it, which is too bad as it would take so many resources to restore it."

Rhoswen looked at the dead land through the screen with a faint frown, her usual energy quieted a little by the sight, as if the silence below pressed back.

"How much would it cost to fix it?"

Aurelian thought about Elowen, then looked back at the ruined planet again, not giving a quick answer.

"Don’t know the exact details," he said. "If the atmosphere can be rebuilt and the soil isn’t too damaged, then it would be on the cheaper side."

For now, the important thing was still the heavy cruiser, and everything else came after.

Solenne launched a large number of reconnaissance craft over the surface the moment they settled into position, not wasting time.

Some swept the planet in broad patterns, hunting for anything that matched the clue. A smaller number went farther out into deep space, where they quietly began laying warp interceptors in advance, setting the field early.

Aurelian already knew the likely route of the Kharov archaeological fleet from the clue he had purchased, which meant he did not need to guess, and not needing to guess made all the difference.

Warp interceptors were useful, but only when laid where an enemy was actually going to pass.

Without accurate route data, commanders had to flood too much empty space and hope for the best, wasting both time and resources.

He had no intention of wasting time like that.

More than once, he found himself thinking that what he really wanted was a proper mounted warp suppression system, something he could install on a ship and carry where he pleased, something that did not rely on preparation. But he had not found anything like that yet. For now, this would do, even if it was slower.

Finding the heavy cruiser itself was not too difficult in theory, because Solenne now carried the Explorer Phase Radar, and the radar was already marking unusual objects across the surface.

The dead world had more than a hundred readings, which was honestly a little surprising for a planet in such poor condition, more than he expected.

Several of the marked points were clustered together, which made Solenne look mildly pleased, her tone shifting just slightly.

"Those are probably base sites," she said. "Not random scatter."

She turned out to be right.

As the recon craft fed more detailed scans back to the fleet, the clustered readings resolved into old military installations, most of them buried, abandoned, and partially collapsed, yet still structurally intact.

There had once been a great deal of organized force on this planet, enough that the dead world below them now looked less like a colony and more like the remnant of a frontier military zone that had lost a war and never recovered.

Rhoswen let out a low whistle when the overlays came together, the scale becoming clearer.

"This place had a lot hidden under it." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"It still does," Aurelian said, not taking his eyes off the data.

The mechs went down not long after that, moving as soon as the first targets were confirmed.

Their landing was smooth. There were no active defenses left on the surface, and whatever automated systems had once protected these sites had long since died with the rest of the world.

Base doors were cut open one after another, and the mechs entered in narrow columns, lights moving through underground corridors that had not seen working machines in a very long time, dust shifting with each step.

Solenne handled most of the remote coordination herself, one part of her attention on the surface teams, another on the outer system, and another on the interceptor pattern beyond the planet, balancing all of it without strain.

Watching her work made it very obvious why Aurelian had wanted a career in the fleet. She did not just launch an aircraft. She stretched his reach, making the field larger without moving the ships.

At one point, she reported from the command line with a thoughtful look on her face, her tone steady.

"We haven’t found the cruiser yet, but the bases are full of storage records, sealed vaults, and broken archives. The problem is the script. It is not anything current."

She paused for a moment, then added quietly.

"It will take some time to sort through it properly."