by Adam Clark
IT was a good day
Volkang was kneeling before a darkened throne, the person in the throne completely obscured by shadow. They were in a very industrial room, deep within the heart of the star destroyer. Even with the fifteen foot thick steel walls between them and the generator room, they could still feel the pulsing power of the DragonHeart.
We are in position behind Lazarus’s moon, complete radio silence has been established sir. The kneeling figure rumbled, his black cape spread out across the floor around him.
“Good, soon we vill control the universe.” The voice came from the throne, in a very snake like tone, “is Grigor on his way?”
Yes, I have reports he will be here tomorrow. Volkang looked up at the throne, with the vacuous holes where his eyes should be.
“And our agent? He is in place?”
Yes.
“Good, good” the voice said, elements of a robotic voice edged his words. “I am still not impressed with your lacking ability to control the Heart.” Volkang looked at the wall that stood between them and the pulsing heart.
I apologise sir, eventually I will be able to use it.
“”I’m sure you will eventually, chin up Volkang, even I had to work on my evil skills.” The voice said, reassuringly. “Tomorrow will be a big test for you, using the heart to destroy a planet should be easy, don’t fail me.” Volkang stayed silent. “Now, we have a while to wait, I’m going to put a film on. Go make some tea.”
Volkang rose, and turned to go procure a cup of tea. The voice in the throne started laughing maniacally at the prospect of controlling everything, and what terrors he was going to subject that everything to.