Three weeks later;
At the Shipyard forge, the heat rose in waves that danced across Melissa's face as she leaned over a table covered in blueprints.
"Hey, you there. Tighten the bolt properly," she called out, narrowing her eyes at the half-built engine.
As the worker there followed her order, she growled at her assistant. "If this damn coil doesn't hold, I swear I'll personally punish the entire design team."
The assistant chuckled nervously. "It's only the first prototype, ma'am…"
"Which means it should work. First impressions matter," she muttered, pushing her goggles onto her forehead, and the heat hit her eyes. However, those eyes were blazing in anger, in a mix of frustration. "We're building the future flagship of the Imperial Navy, not a fishing boat."
