IN THE ORBIT OF PLANET GUARDINAS
THE ZAGREUS GALACTIC SECTOR
LOOKING OUT ACROSS THE VAST NUMBER OF STARS that populated the Zagreus Galactic Sector was Lord-Emperor Ventrix Vexas, who had his hands interlocked behind his lower back whilst he admired the truly extraordinary scene.
Several kilometers away from his grandly modified ‘ANNIHILATOR-CLASS’ Astro-Battleship known to the many who feared it all across the Known Twenty-Four Galactic Sectors as the Decimator, was Guardinas.
THOUSANDS of Vexan Ravager Astro-Fighters were swarming the fallen planet whilst thousands more Vexan Wartroopers ripped through its once ‘peaceful’ lands.
With their Lord-King captured and supposedly ‘unbeatable protectors’, the Guardians, seemingly all destroyed, the fate of the Guardinian people was diminishing grandly by the milli-cycle.
As Ventrix kept his four blood red pupils locked on the stars, entering his private chamber was the Decimator’s Commander, Xaviux Thoran.
Commander Thoran wore a black Royal Vexan Astro-Naval Fleet Uniform with a red zipper, several service marks, and a black Naval cap that had the Vexas red ‘V’ royal crest stitched in the center of it.
“Your Grace… I have just received word that our ground troops have taken full control of the Royal City… VICTORY IS IMMINENT,” the forty-two cycles old Astro-Battleship Commander informed whilst the Lord-Emperor kept his backside facing him still.
“No…. TIS NOT, COMMANDER,” Lord-Emperor Vexas stated firmly in a cold voice that rattled Thoran to his very waking core.
“Gruh-Grandest Apologies, my Lord-Emperor… But I do not understand? We have successfully seized the Guardinian home world, toppled its PRIMARY City Capital, captured its Ruling Lord-King, and DESTROYED the Guardian Warriors of legend. How could victory not be ours???”
“BECAUSE THE PYRAMID OF POWER HAS ESCAPED OUR GRASP ONCE MORE! FIVE WORLDS… Five worlds we have now DECIMATED, Xaviux, and the Unlimited Power Source still evades us!”
Glancing back at Thoran now over his left shoulder with his left set of eyes, Lord-Emperor Vexas continued, “I would be remiss and LYING, Commander, if I were not to say that it has all become rather… IRRITATING.”
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“Yes... Grandest apologies again, my Lord-Emperor,” Commander Thoran stated glumly whilst lowering his head to his master.
“No. No, you are not.”
“Huh? Wuh-Whatever do you mean, Your Grace???”
“I MEAN WHAT I THRACKING SAY, COMMANDER!!! “You… Nor ANY OF THE OTHERS care about the Pyramid! All you care about is war! All that you WISH FOR is war! WAR, I SAY, XAVIUX! War along with DEATH, PAIN, AND THRACKING SUFFERING! Tis what you truly crave, is it not?!”
“Yuh-Yes, Lord-Emperor!” Commander Thoran yelped in grand terror. “You… You are correct.”
Collapsing down to his hands and knees before Vexan, the Commander tearfully pleaded, “Forgive me… FORGIVE ME, MY LORD! MY MASTER!!! I have failed you! I, along with the rest of the Astro-Naval Fleet, have ALL failed you! I worship you! All that I have is TOTAL WORSHIP for you, my Lord… My Master… MY GOD!!!”
Smirking whilst narrowing his eyes down at the groveling Astro-Battleship Commander, Lord-Emperor Vexas stated, “Throughout the cycles we have known each other, I have grandly admired your worship and utter devotion, Commander… Xaviux. Though you and your subordinates have angered me GRANDLY I still admire you. I always have.”
“And honor and privilege… Tis has been an HONOR and PRIVILEGE to serve and fight for you and the gracious ‘Lord-Princes’, my Lord-Emperor. Please, my Lord. Tell me… What are your next orders???”
“My… ‘next’ orders? Well… As you may ALREADY know, Commander, we are in search of the Escape Shuttle Pod that has the Pyramid stowed aboard it. The GUARDINIAN Escape Shuttle Pod.”
“Yes, my Lord-Emperor… YES! Lord-Prince Axius informed me on your behalf before I came to your Private Chamber. I already have Navigator Presslor scanning the ship’s ‘Gal-Map’ for the escape shuttle pod’s ‘quantum energy signature’ right now as we both speak.”
“Grand,” Ventrix smirked. “Now, while we wait for Presslor’s Scans to complete, I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything, Your Grace… ANYTHING. What is your command???”
Sneering whilst turning his head to look over his left shoulder to set his sights back on the successfully seized Guardinian home world, Lord-Emperor Vexas ordered in demented glee, “Begin preparations… TO UNLEASH THE DECIMATOR OF WORLDS ON PLANET GUARDINAS!!!”
