10-31-2016, 09:34 AM
A dimly lit one bedroom apartment on Coruscant’s third tier was hardly fitting accommodations for the beacon of darkness that had enslaved the known universe for several millennia. Then again, it was better than the empty desert he’d called home for the last years leading up to his inopportune abduction to this realm. He could see the blinding fury that others might experience upon their arrival here. Truly, he felt the anger, as well, but he also recognized the opportunity to gain previously untold power, despite the fact that he had to take more than a few steps backwards to get it.
Regardless, Lord Zedd stood on his puny balcony, gazing out at the city before him. He remained unimpressed. He had seen cities before, of all levels of technology. He’d burned many of them to the ground. If all went according to plan this would be one of the ones he spared, only because he needed it, along with the rest of Coruscant, if he were to truly conquer this world.
While he gazed out at presumably artificial sunrise, there was a sudden ringing from the small patio table beside him. Slowly, he turned his head to look down at the small phone Grace and Laci had coached him through summoning. It served as a more appropriate means to communicate with not only fellow Imperials, but also the Dataverse, than the interior of his visor had. Even if it was bright pink for some reason.
Zedd reached down and recovered his phone, looking at the name displayed. His caller was Sull, the sergeant that had helped introduce him to this strange realm. What could he possibly want at this hour? Zedd growled as he accepted the call and raised the device so he could hear it. “What?”
“Morning, Zedd,” the imperial sergeant greeted him through the phone.
“Lord Zedd,” the dethroned warlord corrected the Stormtrooper.
“Right,” Sull dismissively agreed. “Get your four troopers and meet us back in the briefing room from yesterday. Have them show up in armor but have a change of civilian clothes, just in case. Everything else needed should be there. We have a job for you and your squad.”
“Are you summoning me?” Zedd asked, failing to sense the seriousness in Sull’s tone. “I will have you know…”
“Zedd, just get up here, alright?” Sull interrupted him. “Make sure you have all four of them, because I’m sticking you with another team. We’ll need everyone.”
“Lord Ze-” Click.
Zedd stared at the phone in burning frustration. This man would dare treat him like a disposable minion? Not only that, he had to work with more than just these insufferable four Stormtroopers? He was less than twenty-four hours into this and it was already a nightmare. He scrolled down through the phone and dialed the name of the first of his stormtroppers he came upon.
The phone rang and rang. Zedd counted six total rings before the voice of Cade came through it. “Hu-wha?”
“Rouse yourself,” Zedd demanded of his subordinate. “We are to rally at the Imperial outpost where I first had the displeasure of meeting all of you.”
“Uggh…alright,” Cade responded, clearly in a great deal of pain from something.
“What is the matter with you?” Zedd scowled as he walked back into the apartment.
“Just, just a long night,” Cade mumbled. “Bit of a hangover.”
Zedd instinctively tightened his grip on his phone. “Listen to me, maggot. Get your horrendous armor on, but bring something less obnoxious as well, just in case I must use one of you as bait again. Call the other three and all of you had better be there in short order.”
“Alright, alright,” Cade said, clearly in pain from the previous night’s events. Zedd’s booming voice didn’t help. “I’ll get them moving. We’ll see you there.”
“You have already disappointed me. Do not compound it,” Zedd ordered as he hung up the phone. Or tried to. He actually hit the ‘Speaker’ button, so his ominous threat was offset by several seconds of him cursing as he searched for a way to disconnect the call. Such a moment never came, as Cade was the one who finally hung up.
Zedd attached the phone to one of the metal pieces on his hip for fast access, then grabbed his staff from where it leaned against the couch. Now pulsing with the appropriate amount of rage, he exited the apartment and locked the door behind him, not that he cared about anything he’d left behind.
And so he began the trek to Tier One, so he could discover what level of madness the Imperial hierarchy intended to throw him into.
Regardless, Lord Zedd stood on his puny balcony, gazing out at the city before him. He remained unimpressed. He had seen cities before, of all levels of technology. He’d burned many of them to the ground. If all went according to plan this would be one of the ones he spared, only because he needed it, along with the rest of Coruscant, if he were to truly conquer this world.
While he gazed out at presumably artificial sunrise, there was a sudden ringing from the small patio table beside him. Slowly, he turned his head to look down at the small phone Grace and Laci had coached him through summoning. It served as a more appropriate means to communicate with not only fellow Imperials, but also the Dataverse, than the interior of his visor had. Even if it was bright pink for some reason.
Zedd reached down and recovered his phone, looking at the name displayed. His caller was Sull, the sergeant that had helped introduce him to this strange realm. What could he possibly want at this hour? Zedd growled as he accepted the call and raised the device so he could hear it. “What?”
“Morning, Zedd,” the imperial sergeant greeted him through the phone.
“Lord Zedd,” the dethroned warlord corrected the Stormtrooper.
“Right,” Sull dismissively agreed. “Get your four troopers and meet us back in the briefing room from yesterday. Have them show up in armor but have a change of civilian clothes, just in case. Everything else needed should be there. We have a job for you and your squad.”
“Are you summoning me?” Zedd asked, failing to sense the seriousness in Sull’s tone. “I will have you know…”
“Zedd, just get up here, alright?” Sull interrupted him. “Make sure you have all four of them, because I’m sticking you with another team. We’ll need everyone.”
“Lord Ze-” Click.
Zedd stared at the phone in burning frustration. This man would dare treat him like a disposable minion? Not only that, he had to work with more than just these insufferable four Stormtroopers? He was less than twenty-four hours into this and it was already a nightmare. He scrolled down through the phone and dialed the name of the first of his stormtroppers he came upon.
The phone rang and rang. Zedd counted six total rings before the voice of Cade came through it. “Hu-wha?”
“Rouse yourself,” Zedd demanded of his subordinate. “We are to rally at the Imperial outpost where I first had the displeasure of meeting all of you.”
“Uggh…alright,” Cade responded, clearly in a great deal of pain from something.
“What is the matter with you?” Zedd scowled as he walked back into the apartment.
“Just, just a long night,” Cade mumbled. “Bit of a hangover.”
Zedd instinctively tightened his grip on his phone. “Listen to me, maggot. Get your horrendous armor on, but bring something less obnoxious as well, just in case I must use one of you as bait again. Call the other three and all of you had better be there in short order.”
“Alright, alright,” Cade said, clearly in pain from the previous night’s events. Zedd’s booming voice didn’t help. “I’ll get them moving. We’ll see you there.”
“You have already disappointed me. Do not compound it,” Zedd ordered as he hung up the phone. Or tried to. He actually hit the ‘Speaker’ button, so his ominous threat was offset by several seconds of him cursing as he searched for a way to disconnect the call. Such a moment never came, as Cade was the one who finally hung up.
Zedd attached the phone to one of the metal pieces on his hip for fast access, then grabbed his staff from where it leaned against the couch. Now pulsing with the appropriate amount of rage, he exited the apartment and locked the door behind him, not that he cared about anything he’d left behind.
And so he began the trek to Tier One, so he could discover what level of madness the Imperial hierarchy intended to throw him into.
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