Jork and Vorts watched as Dream took off and vanished up into the cloudy sky.

“There he goes again,” Jork commented, and Vorts grinned.

“So now we can work. Okay, let's see that list he left.” He turned from the window, walked back to his desk, and brought up the list on the screen. They were alone in the administration office, and Jork looked up at the screen. Well, that one he can just forget about. “Vorts agreed, and they deleted it.

“What about that?” Vorts said, and Jork thought for a moment before he replied

“If we have time, put it last. Oh, and hell no on fifth, not like that, I don’t have time.”

“Can the droids do it?” Vorts asked, and Jork thought about it.

“I need to print a new one just for that task. Okay, I hope he never finds out we copied those 3-D printers of his. He better not find out about the warehouse.” Jork said, a little worried.

“You really think he would care so much?” Vorts replied

“Yeah, I think he will care that I helped you build a cave system on Mount Lisha; you know it’s the size of a small city, right? He better not ask where all those twenty droids and equipment went.” Jork replied.

“Well, when it's done, I will tell him. I know he wants that shiny new city, but have you seen those specs? Only the rich can afford it. You ever think he will let us live there?” Vorts said, and Jork laughed.

“Yes, he would. He will give you a mansion if you ask. You still haven’t figured him out, have you? I know you distrust people in power, but he just wants to do the right things. For all we know, the city he wants to build might be a typical human city. And not a noble village.” Jork countered, and Vorts thought about it.

“Yeah, you're right. He is not like the nobility, but I still started that project before he even thought about it. What should I do about it? Leave it? “

“We turn it into a factory complex, parts productions, and then we make a worker's city outside. And we base it on the middle-class city. I can have the blueprints ready in a few days.” Jork replied.

“Okay, so what about that ocean-nitrogen project?” Vorts asked, and Jork sighted.

“Well, it's going to fail, so we have to adjust it.”

“Yeah, you need the nitrogen mixed into the gravel, made into fertilizer, and then seeded. I think I can find the recipe, and you can find a way to make it work.” Vorts replied, as Jork chuckled.

“You just love making me work, don’t you? What about the clone machine? Is it working?”

“Yeah, just a few last tweaks, got perfect bacteria and fish eggs; they are trying to hatch them. If it works, then I think I can get that dog thingy you want. How did you get that anyway?”

“He gave me access to his design and blueprints. He forgot that it included his clone cell library. Not my fault.”

Vorts laughed. “He is such a moron about these things.”

“Or he is playing us. Have you thought about that? He might do all of this on purpose. My guess is that he will return with at least ten new strays and some new great idea.”

“I agree with the strays, but playing us? No. He is just lucky. My guess is that some deity is watching over him. Just wait, and he will start some religion. He is probably a prophet from one of those earth religions.” Vorts countered, and Jork thought about it.

“Maybe some of both. You heard what the farmers called him, right?”

“No? what?” Vorts turned and looked at him.

“Galios!” He shook his head slightly at the words.

“Galios? Him?” Vorts laughed, then stopped. “Wait, you serious?”

“Yeah, they call him the savior that will walk out of chaos to bring order. He is human, after all, remember. Children of Chaos, and here comes Adam, who will bring life and order to this planet. Showing us how to do it.“ Jork was serious now.

“Yeah, but Galios? That’s a myth, and he isn’t showing us; we are doing it. He is just bumbling around.” Vorts replied as he stopped his work on the screen and turned to look at Jork.

“Or is he? Look at his newest plan. Dump nitrogen in the ocean, we go ‘That’s dumb. You have to do it this way. ‘ and then he will reply with a ‘Oh, that’s smart. I should have thought about it.’ “ Jork imitated Adams's voice, and Vorts smiled but then got serious.

“Frack! Yeah, then we get to take the credit, which will make us do it more and take more risks. And he can pretend to be a bumbling idiot, hiding in plain sight. But that doesn’t explain everything. Nobody knows what's happening here, and he always tries to hide us.”

“What happens if you try to hide something in the galaxy?” Jork asked, and Vort hung his head in defeat.

“People get curious and try to find out so they can copy it. He is teaching us how to terraform, isn’t he? Then, we will teach the rest. Hell, the students want to travel the galaxy to explore planets, and their whole point is that the planetary scaling system is broken. He might not be Galios, but he is doing something right.” Vorts said.

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“You know Galios is not one person, right?” The voice came from the door, where Dara was coming in with Miker. She let him down, and he ran to his dad.

“What do you mean?” Jork said as he picked up his son and put him on his lap.

“Galios is a god of many faces, appearing when needed, always a stranger, and always bringing change for the better. It's just people trying to explain how new ideas can bring benefits; strangers can be Galios or Burimo, who is the bringer of change through chaos and disaster. Adam is from Earth, and they have many new ideas for us. He is bringing them to us. He is a Galios, not the Galios. If he was, he had to be born without parents, left discarded among the unwanted, and then protect, nurture, and save them, before traveling the ocean of night after gaining the love of the goddess of luck and the god of wealth. He also has to die to meet his wife so he is sons can be born. Does that sound like Adam? If so, where is his Wife? He is also supposed to have the protection of the Knight of the gods, as well as the crafter and gods of life other the others, even the god of death will bow to him. Where are those gods? Gods surround the real Galios; do you see any others around? No, he is A Galios, a stranger bringing new ideas. And there are many of those.” She explained, looked at the screen, and shook her head. “I’ll do the seventh, but he can forget about the eight.”

They looked at her and agreed. “Yeah, it's just farmers talk. Anyway, I will go talk to the students, " Jork replied as he headed out with Miker, who had now climbed to his shoulders.

In the following days, they worked on different small projects. The students were checking out the lakes and trying to figure out which one to use and where to start; when they found a place, they borrowed two droids to build a small observation post. It took a week while Jork worked on repurposing some of the farming seeding tractors they had acquired from the pirates to be both aquatic and able to seed underwater. Then, they had to make the fertilizer producer, which was easier than they had thought. It was basically carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, phosphorus, sulfur, potassium, calcium, and magnesium. All of those they had access to; they did, however, divert time and energy from the other project. Jork was tinkering with making a mega hauler if he could get a crew. It would need a lot of resources, but it should be able to cut down a lot of the time that was needed.

Unfortunately, he started to get a little distracted as he started to spend more time with the farmer. So Vorts had to have a talk with him about not fraternizing with the workers. Beside, wasn’t Skee married. Of course, when they found out she also worked with the students, Jork started spending more time with them as well.

Vorts and Dara had to take Skee aside to discover what was happening. They found out she was not married and didn’t mind Jork's attention; in fact, she liked it. So they gave up and just reminded them to not forget the work.

Miker also seemed to take to Skee, Something Dara first got a little upset about until she found out that she was expecting, which made Vorts panic as his child would be born into slavery. It took all of them to talk him out of it. Even Mir-Na had to sit down with him and call her grandma to check the contract. It was first when she told him Adam had already put that into the declaration. No child would be born into slavery on Dirt. It surprised them as it was not included in their contract. What was this declaration? Then they found out Dirt declared that they were tasked with writing into legal language for the official input in the federation databank. It’s not to be released yet as it will reveal the location to the galaxy as well.

When they found out, they looked at each other as Adams's urgency for defensive systems made sense. Some of the things they had ignored started to make sense now, and they started going over all the lists, and it all fell into place. Those extra storage houses underground was for hiding and storage of weapons. The redundant satellites around the system were warning systems, as were the constant drone scanning on in all the asteroid fields. He was building defense without them even knowing it. Every small project he had not personally assigned was suddenly put on hold as they had a long list of things to complete.

“You called him a bumbling idiot? I guess we were the fools all along.” Jork commented as they sat in the administration office, Vorts agreed. “Yeah maybe he is the smart one?”

“Smart? I think this is his human part; he probably is unaware of what he is doing. Humans like their defense and are very good at war. Children of Chaos also means they are children of war. “ Barro replied, he was the pilots’ cyberwar expert and was working on securing the systems.

“I thought warriors were the deathworlders?” Jork replied, and Barro chuckled.

“Deathworlders are shock troopers, good at war. Like us and the Haran. Chaosworlders are more dangerous. They are unpredictable, and they expect and plan for chaos. And war is Choas! He doesn't know if he will be attacked or how, so he is just trying to predict any type of attack and is probably going overboard. If we follow his plan, we will immediately know if anybody enters the system from any entry point, even above or below. He seems to treat this as a gamebn .” He said and they looked at him.

“Are you sure?” Vorts asked.

“Yeah. This is what gamers do, nobody would do it in real life as it's mostly a waste of resources, but he has those resources we need in abundance. I mean, this system would be perfect to make a military outpost, not so much a colony for people.” Barro replied as he grabbed his cup of coffee. “The bastard got me addicted. I would take my pay in coffee by now.”

They all laughed. “Thank the gods he made it free, or he would have a rebellion on his hand.”

“So where would you build a military base here then?”

“Some barracks and a hidden city for R&R, probably make it underground. Then, a few manned satellites were placed in the asteroid field, and a space station was placed above the planet. The only problem is the lack of iridium. We will need a few tons of the stuff. “

“Yeah, piety. “ Jork replied.

“And it would take about a thousand worker droids and about a hundred crafting ships about a year to make it.” He continued. “But it would be pretty nifty. Imagine Dirt protected by a proper military force. Hells, he could turn the whole place into a free state and do as he pleases. And the rich and famous would love to use it to escape prying eyes. That’s what I would do: Build a few casinos and enjoy life.” Barro said, then shrugged. “But I'm not Adam; he will probably do something insane that turns out for the better.”

“There is a problem with your dream. Where can you get all of the materials? I mean, you're talking about a space station that’s a lot of materials, and you said we only need Iridium?” Jork replied.

“Well, the next system out is dead. Just a sun and asteroids, filled with all you need. Except. You guessed it, Iridium. We use that system for training exercises, just four light years away; that’s a short jump of about half a day. And we scanned it. It's not tech, and we have seen no trace of iridium either. Everything else, just not that damn stuff. “ He replied as he worked, and Jork and Vorts looked at each other.

“Just a sun and asteroids? No claim? No tech? Are you sure?” Vorts said.

“Yeah. Well, it's only fighter scans, so you should do a proper scan. But you know how they are. That’s a rubble system with a high risk of destruction, so they leave it open. Anybody could mine it unless somebody claims it.” He replied, and Jorks grinned.

“Don’t tell anybody about it; we must talk to Adam about that. We can set up a mining operation there.” Jork demanded, and Vorts thought about it.

“He needs more people. “

“Let's see how many he brings this time. Hopefully, he brings some ships as well.” Jork said.