Black Bolt knew nothing about what had happened to the Gene Council.
With Tetanus's help, he and the Centaur Clan warrior were busy activating the backup generators for the transportation system. Those generator units had been installed in places that had once possibly served as barracks, ammunition depots, armories, and the like within the Attilan Star Fortress. After years of renovations, their original purposes could no longer be identified, yet they still used the Kree Empire's information and electromechanical systems. The Inhumans could only make repairs and alterations on that foundation, doing their best to keep the knowledge they had once acquired as slaves from being lost with time. Yet those efforts had achieved little—despite being the King of Attilan, Black Bolt had never involved himself much in public affairs. When he saw the rusted touch panel outside the backup generator room, he was stunned. He had always believed he had kept Attilan in perfect order.
The Centaur Clan warrior was far less surprised. Skillfully hooking his claws beneath the edge of the touch panel, he tore off the entire casing. "They only ever fix things after they break. Besides, this is a backup generator. Under normal circumstances, it never gets used." The Centaur Clan warrior seemed entirely accustomed to such things. After all, his standing within the clan had not been noble, and could even be called lowly. Otherwise, he would never have left the clan to join the Clan Allied Forces under Black Bolt's command. "All right, the power is connected. Now we just need the password to open it. Oh... a master key?"
Black Bolt nodded and handed a chip to the clan warrior.
As the victors of the Civil War, the ancestors of the Attilan Royal Family had gained control over every electronic system in the