Were the Larkinsons truly yearning to align themselves with the Rubarthans once they reached the Red Ocean?
Ves kept wondering about this issue. He thought he had already made the clan's future direction clear when he announced his intention to join the Red Ocean Union.
"Our people already have a taste of what it is like to exist without a strong government or organization protecting our rights." Gavin told him during a morning briefing. "It turns out that not having a big brother watching over us is not that great. Sure, we don't have to abide by anyone's laws and directives except for the ones imposed by the Big Two, but that has also left us bereft from shelter when we need it the most. I bet the Vulcan Empire wouldn't have taken the initiative to attack us if we were aligned with a powerful state."
Ves stared at the masterwork mech figurine that he had placed on his display shelf in his office. The miniature Valkyrie Redeemer fit well with the Ylvainan nutrient pack wrapper and the blooming Prosperity Tree.
"You're making the same mistake as my wife, Benny. You only look at the upsides of such an association and never pay enough attention at the price we need to pay. If we join the Rubarthan Pact, we'll either be forced or 'advised' to do something that we don't want. The danger we'll be subjected to will be at least as great as if we tried to make our own fortune!"
"Doesn't that make this a better deal, boss?"
"Look, if we happen to plunge to our deaths, then at least we should be able to pick where we jump from. As long as we retain enough control, we can still find ways to avoid these outcomes. It is a lot harder to do so when we are forced to take part in a war or intrigue action."
It was all about control to Ves. The problem was that not every clansman lived through the same experiences as him. Many of the newer clansmen used to be loyal citizens of various powerful second-rate states. Even if those states weren't always well-run, the people who lived there never thought about living without the backing of powerful governments!
This was how most modern people lived. They were incapable of imagining any scenario where they had to stand up for themselves without the benefit of an existing structure to lean on! Ves found that rather sad. He expected better from his people.
His assistant was one of the first followers of Ves, so Gavin understood exactly why his boss insisted on keeping the clan independent. On the other hand, he frequently got in touch with other people in the clan, so he had a pretty good grasp of the overall sentiment throughout the fleet.
"Not everyone is as successful and confident as you, boss. They're still average people in many regards. Their ambitions are not as great as yours and their risk tolerance is not as extreme either. The Battle of Reckoning and the Battle of Fordilla Zentra have both brought us close to extinction. Even if we made it through somehow, there are still a lot of survivors who are having second thoughts about this whole 'going it alone' business. The more painful battles we go through, the greater the amount of Larkinsons who think it isn't a bad idea to exchange control for protection."
"Fools!" Ves banged his fist against his desk. "From the onset, our clan has always been about trying to rise up through our own efforts! I am not going to change my mind just because we've encountered a couple of setbacks. The sacrifices we make in the early days shall pave the way to a glorious future where people will have to answer to us instead of the other way around!"
Despite his insistence, he could not change other people's opinions so easily. There was only so much Goldie and his propagandists could do without crossing some unsavory lines.
Ves understood that the only way to prevent more people from losing their courage was to lead them to greater success. In particular, the Larkinson Army needed to become a lot stronger in order to win its battles without being pushed to the limit!
"Well, I'll take care of that later." He muttered to himself. "First, I have Vulcan business to take care of. The dwarves won't be enjoying their peace for long."
Once he finished his morning briefing, Ves moved down to his personal workshop which had become filled with various crates and materials.
Ves reached one of his work benches and picked up a recently completed statue of Vulcan.
It was a simple totem that Ves had designed for speedy construction rather than lifelike accuracy.
Regardless, the statue was still a totem that bore a small amount of life.
Though its glow was weak compared to his mechs, most of the dwarves never came into touch with this phenomenon. Ves was certain that this small statue would make an incredibly strong impression on the more devout worshippers of Vulcan!
Ves grinned as he admired his own handicraft. "As long as it is convincing enough to hoodwink a portion of the dwarven population, the Vulcan Empire will definitely turn into a mess!"
The reason for that was quite simple.
The statue he currently held happened to be based on an image of Vulcan as a dwarven deity. The gunmetal grey object did not possess any ambiguity in that regard. Any dwarf who was convinced that Vulcan was like them would become completely convinced their beliefs were absolutely right!
He put the dwarven statue down once he was satisfied with his inspection.
Stoking the flames of fanaticism of the Dwarven God Cult worshippers was not the extent of his plan.
He also prepared a counterpart!
His hand reached out to pick up a taller, slimmer statue. The statue roughly shared his build but possessed a more ambiguous face. This was the traditional depiction of Vulcan among the dwarves.
The statue exuded almost the exact same glow as the previous statue. The differences were relatively modest and mostly related to reinforcing the human or dwarven nature of their depictions. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
Ves had designed this human statue to give those affected by its glow the impression that Vulcan was unquestionably human! It also gave the impression that it stood for truth and that it would be blasphemy to mistake the god as a dwarf!
Of course, the dwarven depiction of Vulcan made the opposite impression. The dwarven statue possessed a more aggressive character and made it seem as if mistaking Vulcan as a human god was an unforgivable mistake!
The statues were never designed to convince non-believers and those from the opposite camp to their respective stances.
Ves intended them to fall into the hands of those who were already predisposed to believe in one version of Vulcan or another!
"The more fanatical they are, the more they'll fall into my trap!" He grinned.
He continued to inspect more of his finished work. All of the statues he made came in either a human version or a dwarven version and came in different quality levels.
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