Ethan couldn't suppress his grin. The thought of creating vessels with such advanced materials made his fingers itch to start designing. "What about scalability?"
"The primary shipyard accommodates large projects, but the Secondary Shipyards are equally versatile," she said, gesturing as the scene transitioned to two adjacent facilities. Measuring 600 meters in length, 400 meters in width and height each, these facilities brimmed with automated systems.
"These secondary facilities are ideal for repairing, modifying, or constructing smaller vessels," the assistant continued. "Their versatility allows simultaneous projects, supported by fully automated bays and the central AI's supervision."
Ethan marveled at the efficiency and modularity. "Show me the tactical design labs next," he said, his mind already racing with ideas.
The scene shifted to a sleek lab outfitted with state-of-the-art technology. Transparent display panels floated in mid-air, filled with streams of data and intricate design schematics. A central workstation showcased a holographic starship blueprint rotating slowly, its details razor-sharp.
"This is the Tactical Design and Development Hub," the assistant explained. "Here, you can refine blueprints, test prototypes, and simulate battle scenarios with unparalleled accuracy. The integrated AI assists in optimization, ensuring designs meet performance standards across various conditions."
Ethan stepped forward, running his fingers through the holographic model. The tactile feedback from the projection surprised him. It felt almost real.
"I can see myself spending a lot of time here," he muttered, more to himself than the assistant.
"Shall we proceed to the command center?" she asked with a serene expression.
"Lead the way," Ethan replied.
The transition brought him to the Command Center, the nerve hub of the Star Forge. Spanning the topmost level, the room offered a panoramic view of the shipyard's operational core. Holographic screens surrounded a central console, displaying real-time metrics on production, energy allocation, and project timelines.
"This is where you'll oversee all operations," the assistant said. "The central AI ensures seamless integration across all facilities, from the Main Shipyard to the Hangars. You can manage production schedules, allocate resources, and communicate directly with project leads."
Ethan took it all in, his chest swelling with pride and anticipation. "And the Star Generator?"
The assistant gestured to a projection of the shipyard's power core, its image glowing with energy. "The Star Generator ensures uninterrupted power to all systems, allowing full operation of every facility simultaneously. It's specifically engineered for the demands of the Star Forge."
Ethan nodded, impressed. This wasn't just a shipyard—it was a fortress of possibilities.
"You've outdone yourself," he said, turning to the assistant with a satisfied smile. "This is everything I imagined and more."
"Thank you, Mr. Whittaker," she replied with a slight bow. "Would you like to proceed with personalization settings, or shall we conclude the tour?"
"Personalization can wait," Ethan said, his mind teeming with plans. "For now, I just want to stand here and take it all in."
The assistant vanished with a nod, leaving Ethan alone in the virtual command center. He gazed out over the sprawling shipyard, the glow of holograms reflecting in his eyes.
This was his start. The Star Forge wasn't just a tool—it was a symbol of his ambition, a testament to his potential.
He clenched his fists, his resolve hardening. From this shipyard, he would craft his legacy. He would rise to the top, no matter how long it took or what challenges lay ahead.
Having firmed his resolve, Ethan decided it was time to end the virtual tour. But before he left, he allowed himself one last lingering moment in the command center, soaking in the intricate details of the Star Forge. The labyrinth of shipbuilding systems and the cutting-edge holographic projections seemed alive, almost breathing with endless possibilities. Even though it wasn't yet his to command, he felt a connection to it—a bond forged by ambition and untapped potential.
With a steadying breath, he summoned the AI assistant. "Guide me out," he said, his voice calm but tinged with determination.
"Of course, Sir," the AI replied, its avatar materializing with a slight bow. It led him through the glowing corridors of the virtual environment, the vibrant details of the shipyard gradually dissolving into a cascade of light. Moments later, Ethan found himself back in the Hall of the GSG Shipyard Department, still immersed in the virtual reality interface.
The grandeur of the hall struck him immediately. Towering columns etched with the names of legendary shipbuilders lined the space, their intricate carvings illuminated by soft, ambient lighting. The polished floors gleamed, reflecting the glow of strategic displays and the faint hum of energy coursing through the space.
Ethan's gaze was drawn to a particular inscription at the far end of the hall. "Greatness is forged, not given." The words burned into his mind, a mantra that echoed the fire within him. He clenched his fists as he stood there, vowing silently that one day, his name would be inscribed here too, alongside the greatest creators of the Galactic Domain.
But today wasn't that day. He exhaled, releasing the weight of the moment. The Star Forge would be officially handed over to him tomorrow, marking the true beginning of his journey. Until then, all he could do was prepare.
Ethan dismissed the virtual interface with a swipe of his hand. The transition was seamless, and he opened his eyes to find himself back in reality. He was still in the assigned quarters provided by the GSG Shipyard Department, the familiar surroundings grounding him.
Rising from the sleek command chair, he began pacing the small but functional room. His mind raced with ideas and designs—some half-formed, others tantalizingly vivid. The Star Forge was the key to bringing them to life, but he knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy. Ambition alone wasn't enough; he needed skill, knowledge, and relentless focus.
Finally, Ethan sat at his desk, staring at the blank holographic screen hovering before him. The stillness of the room belied the storm of excitement and determination swirling inside him. Tomorrow, he thought, everything would change. Tomorrow, the Star Forge would be his.
Tonight, however, was a time for reflection and planning. Closing his eyes, he let himself envision the future—a future where his designs would dominate the stars, where his name would be spoken with reverence across the Galactic Domain.
When he opened his eyes, a small, determined smile tugged at his lips. The fire inside him burned brighter than ever.
The future was his to forge. And he would ensure nothing stood in his way.