The Hunt: Chapter 3
23 Jan 2018Stryker Aune
Glaboski hummed quietly to himself lost in thought as he walked the mostly deserted corridors of Clair dock. So much had happened. The station was hit by a terrorist attack. Shortly after the Consigliere, Marrakech Morgan had flown the coop with a few of her “loyal” lackies. He smiled at this. That situation suited him just fine and relished in the possibilities of it all. After all, the great Marra was hindrance anyway. A shrewd skeptic of his work she whispered doubts into the Don’s ear. But the new Pontifex, Jaques? All Glaboski knew of him was that he was some eccentric cultist. To be honest the doctor wasn’t at all pleased with the everyday operations being handled by a man that went about the universe pandering some archaic backwards religion. And besides, religion was for the uneducated: for those that can’t think for themselves, for those that need someone else to do it for them. He shook his head. Black Omega was changing and had grown too large too fast. They couldn’t handle the logistics of administering all their holdings. Despite the GalNet articles, the Galactic Railroad landed a real blow. Now it was bureaucratic chaos and the good doctor planned to use it to his advantage. All he needed was to perfect the implant and install it into Deggie’s skull. His skin felt charged with the possibilities that were open to him. He was after all Deggie’s personal and most trusted physician...Continue the chapter here.