A grand banquet was held on Prospero.
As their host, Sera led Hogg and the others on a tour of the entire base, regaling them with the glorious history of House Menethil.
According to her, House Menethil had been founded when humanity first ventured into the stars. Even then, the family had been renowned throughout the Federation for manufacturing weapons.
Over the nearly twenty thousand years since, House Menethil had never rested on its laurels. Instead, it had grown by leaps and bounds, absorbing technology from the Xenos it exterminated and benefiting from its members' tireless efforts. At last, it had become a galactic megacorporation of the Human Federation.
Half the Federation's Iron Automaton legions were manufactured by House Menethil. Its advanced AI technology had won unanimous approval from the Federation's leaders, and its products weren't just for military use—they had also found their way into every corner of civilian life.
In short, you could get away with not knowing who chaired the Federation's council, but you absolutely couldn't have never heard of House Menethil. Without Iron Automatons made by the family, your home would be everyone else's granary.
And Sera Menethil was one of the family's several heirs. Not only had she possessed astonishing intelligence since childhood, she had also been a formidable fighter, becoming one of the Federation's most capable generals guarding its borders.
Powerful families that spanned the Galaxy usually fought among themselves, but House Menethil was different. The Golden Men lived long lives, and genetic modification had long since become commonplace in the Federation. As a result, the clan's original patriarch still hadn't kicked the bucket. The old Popsicle was alive and well.
This meant the family preferred settling things through force. The bigger your fists, the louder your voice—and Sera happened to have the biggest