The dawn after the feast was cold and sober.
Red hovered over the Bastion, looking at the logistical nightmare of housing 250 new refugees in a city built for 200. The sanitation graph was already dipping into the red.
"They can't stay here," Red decided. "Bastion is the Capital. Onyx Hall is the Factory. I need them working."
He opened the [ HIERARCHY ] menu.
[KRUG.]
The High Priest was supervising the cleanup of the feast. He knelt immediately.
[THE MOUNTAIN IS NOT EMPTY. IT IS A RESOURCE. SEND GORAK BACK.THE ONYX HALL MUST RUN. THE MINES MUST CHURN. THE FIRE MUST BURN.]
Red dragged and dropped a unit selection.
[SEND 10 SHELL-KIN WITH THEM. TO CARRY THE ORE. AND TO REMIND THEM WHO OWNS THE MOUNTAIN.]
[ALSO... THE MOLEKINS. THEY ARE OF THE EARTH. THEY WON"T SURVIVE HERE. THEY BELONG TO THE STONE MOTHER. SEND THEM TO THE CANYON. WE DO NOT KEEP WHAT IS NOT OURS.]
[AND ONE MORE THING... FIND ZEK. THE COWARD WHO RAN. BRING HIM BACK TO THE FOLD.]
