03-05-2017, 03:07 AM
To most, sleep would have been a valuable commodity, and something to be embraced after such a long day in the depths of Coruscant. Zedd, as usual, found himself without any desire for such a mortal function. At least Omni hadn't taken everything from him.
Instead, he spent the night using the small Imperial computer he had been issued to begin his explorations into the finer details of the Omniverse. And what a journey it had been. He had learned a great deal about the world around him in such a small amount of time. There was plenty more knowledge to acquire, but at least he was making some strides towards his goal.
One thought burned in his mind, however, and remained his key focus. The Dragon Dagger had been brought to this world by someone other than him. The Vorticon had said the woman was named Dulcea, and even though it was a terrifying thought that she and others like her might be here, it was equally concerning that someone might have used that name, knowing it would get to him. Either way, they needed to be found and eliminated.
Zedd’s dataverse adventures led him to learn about the town of Darkshire, where the Vorticon had promised she would be. Unfortunately, a battle of some size had broken out there quite recently, which was something that would certainly complicate his search. Many people with their ridiculous social media accounts had documented what they’d seen with both words and pictures. As utterly frustrating as it was to subject himself to the opinions of these fools, it was the best real time information he could find, though there was no sign of Dulcea anywhere.
In jumping from name to name, he soon found himself looking at pictures that weren’t even Darkshire. That was where he was something that truly scared him, and shook him to his core for a fleeting moment. All humans looked annoyingly similar, but there was absolutely no doubt in his mind about who he saw. Somewhere in the Endless Dunes, Trini Kwan was unintentionally in the background of someone’s picture. It was dumb luck that Zedd should spot the Yellow Ranger, but he knew she wouldn’t be alone. If the Power Rangers were here, they needed to be dealt with immediately.
Yet, with his limited power, he wasn’t sure if he could handle even one of them, much less an entire team. Zedd tried a different approach with that knowledge in mind. Surely there were other people with little regard for morals in the digital domain. It took him a little bit, but Zedd found a way to post a small reward for the capture of the Power Rangers. Some fool would either bring them in, but more than likely just get himself killed. Hopefully it would be publicly, and Zedd could get a grasp for their powers, as well. If it wasn’t, then merely slowing down the heroes was enough, even if he didn’t know what he was slowing, exactly. Anything to bide his time while he gained the power to defeat them and any others.
As the artificial morning sun pierced the glass door to the the balcony, he finally realized how long he'd spent on the computer. Zedd finally closed the laptop and grabbed his staff from the old couch it leaned against. It was time for some more action, as that seemed to be the most effective way of coaxing his latent powers back into use. Doctor Regal and whatever vermin problem he had would do quite nicely for that.
The dark lord exited the apartment and locked it behind himself, before turning and confidently marching down the hall. There before him was once more that insufferable woman, Mrs. Pearson. She carried a paper bag filled to the brim with various groceries, and it precariously shifted in her grasp as she tried to retrieve her apartment keys from her purse. The poor woman didn’t even see Zedd coming.
With one powerful upward swing, Lord Zedd swatted the bottom of the bag with his free hand. The resulting eruption of household goods covered the hallway with vegetables, bread, and other miscellaneous items while the woman gasped in surprise. Zedd never broke stride, and laughed maniacally as he continued towards the elevator.
He didn’t bemoan the fact that he had been reduced from enslaving galaxies to performing juvenile pranks on old ladies. He was trying to stay positive, because he felt pretty good about how he was handling his grim situation. Besides, even the masters needed to practice the fundamentals from time to time.
Instead, he spent the night using the small Imperial computer he had been issued to begin his explorations into the finer details of the Omniverse. And what a journey it had been. He had learned a great deal about the world around him in such a small amount of time. There was plenty more knowledge to acquire, but at least he was making some strides towards his goal.
One thought burned in his mind, however, and remained his key focus. The Dragon Dagger had been brought to this world by someone other than him. The Vorticon had said the woman was named Dulcea, and even though it was a terrifying thought that she and others like her might be here, it was equally concerning that someone might have used that name, knowing it would get to him. Either way, they needed to be found and eliminated.
Zedd’s dataverse adventures led him to learn about the town of Darkshire, where the Vorticon had promised she would be. Unfortunately, a battle of some size had broken out there quite recently, which was something that would certainly complicate his search. Many people with their ridiculous social media accounts had documented what they’d seen with both words and pictures. As utterly frustrating as it was to subject himself to the opinions of these fools, it was the best real time information he could find, though there was no sign of Dulcea anywhere.
In jumping from name to name, he soon found himself looking at pictures that weren’t even Darkshire. That was where he was something that truly scared him, and shook him to his core for a fleeting moment. All humans looked annoyingly similar, but there was absolutely no doubt in his mind about who he saw. Somewhere in the Endless Dunes, Trini Kwan was unintentionally in the background of someone’s picture. It was dumb luck that Zedd should spot the Yellow Ranger, but he knew she wouldn’t be alone. If the Power Rangers were here, they needed to be dealt with immediately.
Yet, with his limited power, he wasn’t sure if he could handle even one of them, much less an entire team. Zedd tried a different approach with that knowledge in mind. Surely there were other people with little regard for morals in the digital domain. It took him a little bit, but Zedd found a way to post a small reward for the capture of the Power Rangers. Some fool would either bring them in, but more than likely just get himself killed. Hopefully it would be publicly, and Zedd could get a grasp for their powers, as well. If it wasn’t, then merely slowing down the heroes was enough, even if he didn’t know what he was slowing, exactly. Anything to bide his time while he gained the power to defeat them and any others.
As the artificial morning sun pierced the glass door to the the balcony, he finally realized how long he'd spent on the computer. Zedd finally closed the laptop and grabbed his staff from the old couch it leaned against. It was time for some more action, as that seemed to be the most effective way of coaxing his latent powers back into use. Doctor Regal and whatever vermin problem he had would do quite nicely for that.
The dark lord exited the apartment and locked it behind himself, before turning and confidently marching down the hall. There before him was once more that insufferable woman, Mrs. Pearson. She carried a paper bag filled to the brim with various groceries, and it precariously shifted in her grasp as she tried to retrieve her apartment keys from her purse. The poor woman didn’t even see Zedd coming.
With one powerful upward swing, Lord Zedd swatted the bottom of the bag with his free hand. The resulting eruption of household goods covered the hallway with vegetables, bread, and other miscellaneous items while the woman gasped in surprise. Zedd never broke stride, and laughed maniacally as he continued towards the elevator.
He didn’t bemoan the fact that he had been reduced from enslaving galaxies to performing juvenile pranks on old ladies. He was trying to stay positive, because he felt pretty good about how he was handling his grim situation. Besides, even the masters needed to practice the fundamentals from time to time.
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