<What is our purpose, Lord Jadyk?> The floating device of black pitted metal asks you, the necrotically charged liquid within sloshing as it follows you.

"You are to learn and aid me," You say simply as you oversee your undead soldiers moving about their tasks fortifying and repairing the pirate's base.

<What is your purpose?> It asks the simple question but it gives you pause.

What was your purpose? Before you had the guidance of the Wormstar and the ideals of the Undying Court to give you purpose. But now you believe you may be all that is left of the Grand Necrotic Armada. You ponder this for several moments before you continue walking, "My purpose is my own, now. I will rebuild my fleets and you are an important part of that fleet. Concern yourself with your own purpose and that will please me."

The Think Tank is silent before replying, <I understand, Lord Jadyk. This one shall serve to the best of its abilities.>

It floats off to rejoin the Cauldron floating above it and soaking in the toxic fumes. You already notice an improvement on the efficiency of your reconstructed soldiers as they turn their attention to repairing the various vehicles damaged in the attack.

This world would soon be yours. All that remained was the handful of Osjiic soldiers at the Colony with the more powerful of the two Voidsingers still not under your control. Then there was the Dagger pirate base located on the moon of the planet. Not to mention both forces were due to visit this backwater world shortly.

You have much to do and prepare for.