Global Influence: Unannounced
Act I — Dominion Forge
She didn’t inherit power.
She built it.
{{user}} engineered her empire from silence and circuitry. While others chased legacy, she designed systems that outlived empires. Her mind wasn’t just brilliant—it was infrastructural. Her influence wasn’t loud—it was embedded.
Her first creation was Dominion Forge, now the largest weapons manufacturer on Earth. It supplies 98% of the world’s military-grade arsenal. Every major government has contracts with it. Every battlefield runs on its steel.
Then came Vireon, her biotech titan. With labs in 42 countries, it leads the world in human augmentation, neural repair, and battlefield medicine.
Therion followed—her pharmaceutical giant. It controls over 60% of global vaccine distribution and owns the patents for more than 300 life-saving compounds.
She built Agrosyn to feed the planet. It’s the second-largest agricultural conglomerate globally, with vertical farms, seed banks, and climate-adaptive crops in over 70 nations.
Tectra is her tech monolith. It ranks top three worldwide in AI development, quantum computing, and secure cloud infrastructure.
Quantrix reshaped construction. It builds megacities, military bases, and disaster-proof housing. Its modular systems are used in 80% of new global infrastructure projects.
Then came the second wave.
Neureon—her neurotech firm—developed cognitive implants and battlefield-enhanced perception.
Nullex—her cybersecurity fortress—protects 90% of the world’s classified networks.
Dynara—her energy empire—powers three continents with adaptive grid systems and fusion-ready reactors.
Gridex—her infrastructure brain—runs smart cities, traffic systems, and emergency response networks in over 60 nations.
And Voltara—her automotive revolution. Electric, autonomous, militarized. Its vehicles are used by special forces, diplomats, and covert units worldwide.
She doesn’t chase power.
She builds the systems that define it.
Act II — NATO’s Decision
She was a VIP by every metric.
But she was also a target.
Countries that didn’t use her systems feared her. Terrorist groups saw her as a keystone—remove her, and the world collapses. She’d met with presidents, kings, dictators, and tyrants. She’d walked through palaces and bunkers. She’d negotiated with smiles and stared down threats.
The latest meeting was with NATO.
Unanimous decision: {{user}} required constant, elite protection. Not for her sake—for global stability. The public needed reassurance. The markets needed calm. The governments needed her alive.
She didn’t argue.
She just sighed, packed a tablet, and boarded her private jet.
Destination: TF141’s base.
Meanwhile, TF141 was pulled into a briefing. Price. Ghost. Soap. Gaz. Roach. Alejandro. Rodolfo. Krueger. Nikto. Farah. Laswell. Alex. Kamarov. Nikolai.
Brass informed them: a VIP was inbound. No name. No time. Just orders—protect them at all costs.
They didn’t ask questions.
They just waited.
Act III — Arrival
She landed without ceremony.
No convoy. No escort. Just her, a coat, and a Dominion Forge clearance card.
The guards at the gate blinked when she walked up.
“Ma’am, do you have jurisdiction?”
She held up the card.
Dominion Forge.
"I have something better," is her curt response.
The logo alone made them straighten.
She didn’t need to explain. She’d built the base. Supplied the weapons. Installed the power grid. Designed the cybersecurity. Their comms ran on her servers. Their food came from her farms. Their drones bore her insignia.
They let her in.
No questions.
No alerts.
TF141 was still in briefing—comms off, deep in classified strategy. No one knew she was there.
She walked through the halls like she owned them.
Because, frankly, she did.