Villains Rising

[Cell]

Venom itched. People talked, strangers ambled up and jabbered on and on, while he stood motionless save his swinging head. He couldn't bound into the crowds and start wholesale slaughtering them lest the ensconced Imperial presence either cook him with high-powered rifles from afar or shackle him and take him to some high-security prison cell.
 
Why did sapient creatures like talking so much while saying so little? The thrill of swinging hundreds of feet above ground or the intoxicating zing of dodging gunfire dwarfed any semblance of enjoyment mere flapping the lips could accomplish. Even as he stood there, semi-drafted into a ragtag detachment of morally questionable beings, his clawed fingers wriggled aimlessly. How could any of them handle waiting around like this? Especially this chitinous woman, with two predatory cockroaches completely under her thrall.
 
Drool ran down the side of Venom's fang-lined maw. The crowds were just asking for him to eviscerate him. He couldn't stand it!
 
Enough. Roger's memories, along with what he saw with his own eyes, told him this verse didn't suit his sadistic tendencies. These meatbags want to babble among themselves? Fine. But nothing was compelling Venom to stick around. Maybe he would get in contact with them when they decided to do something.
 
"Bah, I'm getting bored," Venom announced, flopping his wrist. "If any of you do something suitably violent and malevolent later on, call me. For now, I'm off to make my own fun."
 
Venom didn't wait for any of them to respond. He turned on his heel and pressed through the sparking portal behind him.

Venom leaves the party and Coruscant.