07-21-2018, 09:23 AM
For the first time since his arrival in the miserable, backwards reality that robbed him of his true might, Lord Zedd was truly happy. If he hadn’t known better, he would have thought that Karl Jak was finally rewarding him for putting up with the ridiculous trials and tasks of this realm. Unfortunately, he knew it was all about the bottom line of entertaining the masses, but at least he could take a little bit of enjoyment out of it.
Around him Coruscant burned. His tenure as an Imperial gave him no love of the regime, so he basked in the setting. The only thing truly greater than seeing Palpatine’s home crumble was the simple fact that the Stormtroopers here were actually following his orders for once in their miserable lives. It was all a show that would end soon, but Zedd was determined to milk every last bit of pleasure out of this brief fantasy come to life.
His time sharing a head with Vi had given him a taste and appreciation of the Underverse, and now he interested in testing his mettle against some of their infantry. He briefly pondered how Karl Jak had such detailed knowledge of the land below, but cast that thought to the wayside, as well. It was one more thing he would question the entertainer when he made it to the champion’s circle.
“Stand aside, minions!” Zedd suddenly declared.
Zedd stomped forwards, casting a lightning bolt from his staff into the massive Butcher. The creature was stunned for just a moment, then turned its attention to the warlord. Smoke exhaled from his deformed nose as it snorted in anger. It charged Zedd, swinging a huge bone sword above its head.
“…to me, minions!” Zedd quickly ordered as he dove aside, and the weapon crashed down into the cracked city streets beneath him.
The remaining two marines charged in, while Zedd got back to his feet. Again he raised his staff, only to be struck unexpectedly from above. Dave arrived with a flying jump kick, slamming his foot into Zedd’s exposed brain and sending the warlord stumbling away. Zedd recovered and turned to see Dave ready to fight, wielding the Caledscratch. But the Imperial prime merely looked above and beyond the ridiculous opponent that stood before him, not quite recognizing his fighting stance.
“Right here!” Dave beckoned, snapping his fingers to get Zedd’s attention.
“The Underverse has the audacity to throw children at me?” Zedd bellowed, continuing to look for the primes he was supposed to be facing. Violet was supposed to be off handling them, anyway.
Dave tapped his weapon against the ground, finally causing Zedd to look down at him. After pausing for a moment Zedd burst into laughter, something Dave took a small amount of offense to.
“Oh, how terrifying!” Zedd mocked his younger opponent. “Tell me, young one, are you trapped in the throes of puberty? Do your parents suffer through disciplinary problems at your home?”
“What are you talking about?” Dave asked, tilting his head, more confused than insulted.
Zedd’s laughter roared on. “I have plenty of experience handling teenagers with attitude!”
Dave decided he’d had enough, and charged at the bellowing prime. Zedd wasn’t quite ready, still wrapped up in his mirth about how everything was playing out, so he got a quick reality check when the elaborate sword was suddenly drilled into his abdomen. Blood caught in his throat and he gagged mid laugh, pausing for a moment of reflection as Dave twisted the blade. Oh yea, this was why he hated this land.
Zedd flailed with his staff, catching the side of Dave’s face with the massive Z at the top. The younger prime was knocked aside, ripped his weapon from Zedd as he was launched. He only needed to preform a simple backflip to land on his feet, sliding back with perfect grace. As Zedd approached him, Dave gave him a small, confident smile. Zedd’s low opinion of this boy was continuing to drop.
Blood curdling screams caught Zedd’s attention, though, and the prime turned to see another ridiculously out of place person was beginning to hack through his stormtroopers. This would not do at all. Zedd cast a quick lightning bolt at Dave, which the young man gracefully dodged. It was enough to distract him, as Zedd charged an Kenpachi with all the speed his ancient body could still muster.
As Kenpachi’s sword descended, it suddenly clanged against Zedd’s metallic staff. The warrior looked into Zedd’s unforgivingly rigid face mask and heard a low laugh as he quickly processed this foe’s sudden arrival. Zedd loved a good entrance, so he embraced it.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to deal with-”
Kenpachi slammed his elbow into Zedd’s face, knocking him back with a yelp. Still, he recognized the truth of the words Zedd had managed to get out. This fight took precedence. Zedd readied his own weapon as he regained his footing, ready to gut this infidel just the same as the ones before.
Even this wonderful vision of the future was taxing his patience.
Around him Coruscant burned. His tenure as an Imperial gave him no love of the regime, so he basked in the setting. The only thing truly greater than seeing Palpatine’s home crumble was the simple fact that the Stormtroopers here were actually following his orders for once in their miserable lives. It was all a show that would end soon, but Zedd was determined to milk every last bit of pleasure out of this brief fantasy come to life.
His time sharing a head with Vi had given him a taste and appreciation of the Underverse, and now he interested in testing his mettle against some of their infantry. He briefly pondered how Karl Jak had such detailed knowledge of the land below, but cast that thought to the wayside, as well. It was one more thing he would question the entertainer when he made it to the champion’s circle.
“Stand aside, minions!” Zedd suddenly declared.
Zedd stomped forwards, casting a lightning bolt from his staff into the massive Butcher. The creature was stunned for just a moment, then turned its attention to the warlord. Smoke exhaled from his deformed nose as it snorted in anger. It charged Zedd, swinging a huge bone sword above its head.
“…to me, minions!” Zedd quickly ordered as he dove aside, and the weapon crashed down into the cracked city streets beneath him.
The remaining two marines charged in, while Zedd got back to his feet. Again he raised his staff, only to be struck unexpectedly from above. Dave arrived with a flying jump kick, slamming his foot into Zedd’s exposed brain and sending the warlord stumbling away. Zedd recovered and turned to see Dave ready to fight, wielding the Caledscratch. But the Imperial prime merely looked above and beyond the ridiculous opponent that stood before him, not quite recognizing his fighting stance.
“Right here!” Dave beckoned, snapping his fingers to get Zedd’s attention.
“The Underverse has the audacity to throw children at me?” Zedd bellowed, continuing to look for the primes he was supposed to be facing. Violet was supposed to be off handling them, anyway.
Dave tapped his weapon against the ground, finally causing Zedd to look down at him. After pausing for a moment Zedd burst into laughter, something Dave took a small amount of offense to.
“Oh, how terrifying!” Zedd mocked his younger opponent. “Tell me, young one, are you trapped in the throes of puberty? Do your parents suffer through disciplinary problems at your home?”
“What are you talking about?” Dave asked, tilting his head, more confused than insulted.
Zedd’s laughter roared on. “I have plenty of experience handling teenagers with attitude!”
Dave decided he’d had enough, and charged at the bellowing prime. Zedd wasn’t quite ready, still wrapped up in his mirth about how everything was playing out, so he got a quick reality check when the elaborate sword was suddenly drilled into his abdomen. Blood caught in his throat and he gagged mid laugh, pausing for a moment of reflection as Dave twisted the blade. Oh yea, this was why he hated this land.
Zedd flailed with his staff, catching the side of Dave’s face with the massive Z at the top. The younger prime was knocked aside, ripped his weapon from Zedd as he was launched. He only needed to preform a simple backflip to land on his feet, sliding back with perfect grace. As Zedd approached him, Dave gave him a small, confident smile. Zedd’s low opinion of this boy was continuing to drop.
Blood curdling screams caught Zedd’s attention, though, and the prime turned to see another ridiculously out of place person was beginning to hack through his stormtroopers. This would not do at all. Zedd cast a quick lightning bolt at Dave, which the young man gracefully dodged. It was enough to distract him, as Zedd charged an Kenpachi with all the speed his ancient body could still muster.
As Kenpachi’s sword descended, it suddenly clanged against Zedd’s metallic staff. The warrior looked into Zedd’s unforgivingly rigid face mask and heard a low laugh as he quickly processed this foe’s sudden arrival. Zedd loved a good entrance, so he embraced it.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to deal with-”
Kenpachi slammed his elbow into Zedd’s face, knocking him back with a yelp. Still, he recognized the truth of the words Zedd had managed to get out. This fight took precedence. Zedd readied his own weapon as he regained his footing, ready to gut this infidel just the same as the ones before.
Even this wonderful vision of the future was taxing his patience.
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