Just as Ethan was about to start creating the basic blueprint for the hull of his Vector-Class Frigate, his communicator buzzed. It was a call from Jameson—the man who had been his first point of contact in the Galactic Domain. Ethan vividly remembered regaining consciousness in this unfamiliar universe and seeing Jameson, a senior officer stationed at the GSG outpost on Indra Star IV.
Over the past 18 months, Ethan had maintained a steady connection with Jameson. While the man was technically just another officer, Ethan valued him for a different reason: his deep knowledge of the Galactic Domain. Unlike Ethan, who had been thrust into this world due to a bizarre quantum fluctuation, Jameson was a native and intimately familiar with its political structures, power plays, and social dynamics.
Ethan's intelligence and intense focus had allowed him to learn an impressive amount about the Galactic Domain in a short period. He had already achieved the qualifications required for Tier-2 designs and was well on his way to Tier-1 standards. However, some areas, like the complexities of the Galactic Domain's political framework and its far-reaching influence, remained elusive. Ethan knew that navigating these waters required more than just knowledge; it demanded connections, influence, and strategy.
Jameson, though not overtly expressive, seemed to understand Ethan's ambitions. He also appeared to respect Ethan's approach—making efficient use of every resource at his disposal to achieve his goals without overstepping ethical boundaries. Ethan appreciated that Jameson neither encouraged nor discouraged his efforts; instead, he acted as a steady presence, offering insight and support when needed.
This particular call from Jameson intrigued Ethan. It wasn't often that the senior officer reached out directly, and Ethan had a feeling this might be something significant. He set aside his designs and answered the call, wondering what new information or opportunity Jameson had to offer.
As Ethan answered the call, Jameson's virtual image materialized in front of him. For a moment, Jameson didn't speak. Instead, his gaze wandered around the lab, clearly impressed by the advanced technologies Ethan had managed to assemble. It wasn't surprising—word of Ethan's recent purchases had already become a minor buzz within the GSG branch on Indra Star IV and even in other regions.
Owning a personal shipyard, a Tier-2 facility at that, without any backing or significant political power, was an extraordinary feat. And for someone who had only arrived in the Galactic Domain two years ago, it was unparalleled. Ethan's achievements had drawn the attention of various Tier-3 factions and even some Tier-2 organizations. While none of these groups had made direct moves yet, there was growing interest in his capabilities—not just from GSG but also from influential entities such as Tier-1 superstates.
After a brief silence, Jameson finally spoke, his tone warm and friendly. "Hello, Ethan. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Ethan smiled as he responded, "It has been, Jameson."
Noticing Ethan's easy smile, Jameson's expression shifted to one of genuine interest. "You've come a long way, Ethan," he said with admiration. "From a newcomer to an apprentice designer—and from what I hear, you're not far from advancing to the next level. Your recent acquisition of this shipyard has certainly stirred things up here on Indra Star IV. It's no small achievement, Ethan. Truly impressive."
Hearing the praise, Ethan felt a spark of pride. It was moments like these that validated the countless hours of effort he had poured into his work. Though the growing attention could potentially cause complications in the future, it also presented opportunities—particularly when it came time to promote his designs. For now, the recognition was more of a stepping stone than a burden.
"Thank you, my friend, for your kind words," Ethan said sincerely. His voice carried both gratitude and determination as his eyes shone with an almost star-like glow. "This might seem like a big achievement to others, but for me, it's just a minor shift—a step forward with major value for my future development."
Jameson nodded, his expression thoughtful, as if considering Ethan's words. "You've got the right perspective, Ethan. Ambition tempered by focus. Keep that, and the Galactic Domain won't be able to ignore you for long."
Ethan smiled at Jameson's thoughtful words. "That's the plan, my friend. As I move forward, my designs and ships will certainly bring attention—some of it unwanted. But that's just part of the path I've chosen, isn't it?"
Jameson nodded in agreement and responded with a hint of admiration. After some light conversation about future goals and aspirations, Ethan's demeanor turned serious. His sharp gaze locked onto Jameson's virtual image as he said, "You're not here just for casual talks, are you, my friend? Tell me, what do the higher-ups expect of me?"
Jameson's eyes widened slightly in surprise before a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. This was exactly the Ethan he had come to know over the past two years—quick to catch on, perceptive to the smallest details, and never one to miss the underlying motives in any situation. Straightening his posture, Jameson's expression turned serious.
"Ethan," he began, his tone steady, "the higher authorities have started to take notice of you. They're paying close attention to the project you're pursuing. While I don't know all the details, they've hinted that depending on the success of your current work, an opportunity may be presented to you. They've kept the specifics vague, but it's something that could significantly aid your future development."
Ethan listened intently, his expression unreadable at first. The mention of higher authorities monitoring his project took him by surprise. He began to think through the possible ways they might have gained insight into his progress. Then, like a light bulb going off, it hit him—they must have some influence over his Star Forge.
While the realization wasn't entirely pleasant, Ethan quickly brushed aside any frustration. It wasn't unexpected. After all, he was still relatively powerless here and didn't have the authority to stop them. There was no use getting angry over it.
With a calm but determined tone, he said, "Thank you, Jameson, for delivering this message. Rest assured, I won't disappoint the authorities with this project. And as for this opportunity... I'll claim it. If it can help me grow, then it's worth pursuing."
Jameson observed Ethan's composed reaction, his surprise quickly giving way to relief. Ethan's lack of visible anger or resistance over the situation spoke volumes about his maturity and ability to adapt. "I have no doubt you'll make the most of it," Jameson said with a small smile. "And honestly, I'm glad to see you're taking this in stride. It'll serve you well in the long run."
Ethan's lips curved into a confident smirk. "I've got my eyes on the bigger picture, Jameson. Let them watch. In the end, my work will speak for itself."