Equipments To The Research Base

February 14, 2010 - Morning

The sun had barely risen over the horizon, casting a soft golden glow across the royal palace's expansive grounds. Inside, Krishna Deva Raya sat at his father's side, deep in conversation. It was a calm morning, yet there was an unmistakable air of anticipation and purpose in the room.

"I heard that you recruited an army of 2,000 people?" Sriranga Deva Raya's voice broke through the silence, and his gaze turned to his eldest son, a raised eyebrow betraying his curiosity.

Krishna Deva Raya didn't flinch at the question. It wasn't the first time his father had asked about his growing military and industrial endeavors. The royal family, always well-informed, was sure to know about the activities within the kingdom. However, Krishna had no intention of hiding anything now. His confidence remained unwavering, and he nodded slowly in affirmation. "Yes, Father. It's true. I have recruited 2,000 soldiers. They will be responsible for the security of a new military research institute I'm establishing in the North City District."

Sriranga Deva Raya's brow furrowed. "Is it reliable?"

"More reliable than the Royal Guards themselves," Krishna replied calmly, his tone resolute and assured. It was not a boast, but a simple statement of fact.

The older king paused, weighing his son's words. He could see that Krishna wasn't the same young man who had left for distant lands some years ago. The eldest prince had changed. The quiet confidence, the underlying power in his words – it was something the father had noticed more and more. Still, he did not press further on the origins of these new recruits. The secrecy surrounding his son's sources of power had always been there, but as long as the results were beneficial for the kingdom, Sriranga Deva Raya felt no need to inquire deeper. "Very well," he said after a pause, nodding slightly. "I trust your judgment."

Krishna gave a small, respectful nod in return, and his father's gaze softened as he continued, "I also heard that Oasis Pharmaceutical Company held an auction for agency rights recently? How much profit did you make?"

A small smile tugged at Krishna's lips. The pharmaceutical industry had been a monumental success, something he had carefully nurtured. "Yes, we made a substantial profit," he replied nonchalantly.

"How much?" Sriranga Deva Raya asked, his voice tinged with a hint of disbelief. He had heard rumors, but hearing the details from his son was another matter entirely.

"Just over 10 billion US dollars," Krishna replied matter-of-factly.

The room fell into a stunned silence. Sriranga Deva Raya's eyes widened. "What? Ten billion? US dollars?" His voice rose in shock, and for a moment, he looked like a man who had just received unexpected news. "That's… a remarkable sum. How did Oasis Pharmaceutical achieve such heights?"

Krishna Deva Raya leaned back slightly, adjusting his posture, the corners of his mouth turning upward. "It's mainly because of the breakthrough at the Biomedical Research Institute. We've developed a new drug that has the potential to become a global sensation. The market for it is vast, and that's why people are willing to pay so much for agency rights."

Sriranga Deva Raya let out a slow breath as he processed his son's words. "I see," he muttered, more to himself than to Krishna. A thoughtful expression crossed his face, followed by a small nod of approval. "It's a brilliant move. The medical industry is the future, and you've tapped into it very effectively." He paused, glancing at his son with a mixture of pride and admiration. "I must admit, your calm demeanor… it's almost as if 10 billion dollars is a mere trifle to you."

Krishna Deva Raya chuckled softly. "In time, Father, such sums will seem small to us. The kingdom's future depends on the industries we build today." He gave a slight pause before adding, "By the way, the wedding is fast approaching. The date is set for February 25. Have you given thought to the world leaders we plan to invite?"

Sriranga Deva Raya thought for a moment before nodding. "Yes, I've heard the news. We'll need to send out invitations soon."

"Of course," Krishna replied. "I'll take care of it once the matters in the North City District are settled."

After breakfast, Krishna Deva Raya bid his father farewell. There was no time to waste; the work he had set in motion required his attention. "North City, Military Research Institute," he instructed his driver as he climbed into a bulletproof Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedan.

"Yes, Your Highness!" came the immediate response.

A convoy of fifteen sleek, black vehicles rumbled out of the royal palace, their presence commanding and professional. The roads blurred past as they made their way toward the North City District, where Krishna's latest endeavor was rapidly taking shape.

Upon arrival at the Oasis Aircraft Manufacturing Company, Krishna Deva Raya saw an entirely different sight from the day before. The area, nestled in a valley surrounded by hills, had been transformed overnight. Soldiers from the "Agni Special Force Camp" stood guard at the gates, rifles in hand, ensuring that no one entered without authorization. The security had been beefed up significantly in the past 24 hours, and the air was charged with a sense of importance.

"Your Highness!" The soldier on duty saluted briskly as he recognized the approaching convoy. With a sharp wave of his hand, he ordered his comrades to open the large iron gates.

The convoy rolled through the gate, entering the secured compound. This place had become a military zone, and everything within it was vital to the future of Vijayanagara. Inside, the atmosphere was a mixture of organized chaos and determined purpose. Soldiers were stationed at various points, while technicians and workers hustled to ensure that everything was running smoothly.

Krishna Deva Raya's vehicle came to a halt in front of an office building. "You wait here," he instructed his bodyguards. As they stood watch, he made his way toward the building, his steps steady and purposeful.

Inside, Neraj Mehta, the President of Oasis Aircraft Manufacturing Company, was already expecting him. As Krishna entered the room, Neraj immediately stood and greeted him with a respectful bow. "Your Highness," he said.

Krishna nodded, the weight of the day's work pressing upon him. "How are we doing, President Mehta? Are the necessary equipment and materials ready for the next phase?"

Neraj Mehta reached for a document from his desk, handing it to Krishna as he spoke. "I've compiled everything you requested overnight. Please, take a look."

Krishna scanned the long list of equipment and materials. CNC machining machines, carbon fiber laying machines, and a variety of robotic systems. The sheer scale of the operation was staggering. Hundreds of pieces of equipment were required, and it made Krishna's mind race as he processed the enormity of what he was undertaking. "This is a massive project," he murmured to himself before turning to Neraj. "I'll take care of the order. Please begin the transfer of personnel and equipment here as soon as possible. It's safer for everyone that way."

"Understood, Your Highness," Neraj responded. "The transfer will begin today and should be completed in two days."

Krishna nodded. "Good. Keep me updated." With that, he left the office, carrying the list with him. The weight of his responsibilities had grown heavier, but there was no turning back now.

Inside one of the large, empty factory buildings, Krishna Deva Raya opened the system interface. He began purchasing the necessary production equipment, placing orders for everything from electronic instruments to materials for carbon fiber, radar components, and even integrated circuit lithography machines. The scale of what he was building was immense, and every detail mattered.

He didn't stop there. Using the points he had accumulated from the Oasis Pharmaceutical auction and other ventures, Krishna bought thousands of technical engineers and assembly workers. The workforce was now large enough to make the company self-sufficient, though he knew that in the long run, it would need to be nurtured and developed further.

Once the necessary equipment, materials, and personnel had been arranged, Krishna Deva Raya took a moment to reflect. The work was only beginning. For Vijayanagara to rise as a global power, every piece of the puzzle needed to fit perfectly. And in that moment, he knew that he was laying the foundation for something monumental.

Back at the palace, Krishna sat at his desk with a pen in hand. He began to plan the future of his empire—an empire where the fields of medicine, entertainment, gaming and aviation would.