Rising god

The second vessel mirrored the first, thirty meters, compact, with a waiting room for soldiers and a command room dominated by a central chair and Eye’s orb, now pulsing violet and silver. Baines entrusted the second to the three executives; he was beginning to have a slightly positive idea of them. It was a rare shift in his guarded heart.

Afterwards, he issued orders to restructure Dawnless, both its hierarchy and infrastructure. He didn’t want to hear anything like ’disparity’ or close to that.

"Create a large section for the production vessels. Expand the territory if needed. Build quarters for Wick and my divisions. They stay." His gaze shifted to the dragons. "Vitka is the fifth executive, effective now."

"Who’s the fourth?" Ralph asked, grinning.

Baines ignored him and continued,

"Soon, the internet will be released, and with the Orion Assembly, we’ll spread it beyond this continent." Roughly but surely, the locations of his family were getting clearer; what this internet would do was a contingency plan. In case, along the way, something leading to another happened, he wanted to be aware as soon as possible. That was the whole purpose of the Internet.

"How do we handle Marroon, he’s been crowned the underground king after chasing Roderick Darkan away and gathering all the underground members," the Third Executive asked.

"Let them have their fun," Baines said. "For now."

A gulp echoed in the silence, the weight of his words chilling the room. Ralph hesitated. "What about the Mistars?" He’d been meaning to ask.

Baines shook his head. "They have to be under chains."