“AWAKEN,” VENTRIX SAID TO THE CURRENTLY REGAINING CONSCIOUS MALICK IN A DEVILISH TONE.
Having been placed in a holding cell with an electro-shock field door on the Containment Level (also known as THE BRIG) in the underbelly of the Decimator, Malick was instantly confused.
“Urgh… Ugh… Whu-Where am I???”
“You are aboard my personal, GRAND Astro-Battle Cruiser… Which is currently located within the Zagreus Galactic Sector.”
Disoriented and feeling a bit hazy due to being electrocuted until he was unconscious, the Changeling slowly started to rise.
Malick gave his new ‘dwelling’ a confused look whilst the Lord-Emperor continued, “Grandest apologies for the accommodations… BUT AFTER the little ‘stunt’ that you pulled back in the hangar with my brother, Drellix, I had to have you detained.”
“Who are you?” Malick demanded whilst glaring at Ventrix with his glowing, reptilian-like eyes.
“My name is Ventrix Vexas… And I am the Lord-Emperor of the Vexan Empire.”
“Lord-Emperor, is it? Grand title… FOR A VEXAN-SKOGGER.”
Narrowing his eyes, Ventrix lowered his dual-brow as he sternly informed, “I am ALSO your ‘new master’... SO YOU SHALL TREAT ME WITH GRAND RESPECT.”
“THRACK. YOU. Your words fall upon deaf ears, Vexan.”
“LOOK, KADORIAN,” Ventrix seared in a stern tone. “I have just recently learned from my brother, the Lord-Prince Axius, that you have lived a rather… ‘difficult’ life-cycle…”
“A DIFFICULT LIFE-CYCLE??? MY WHOLE THRACKING RACE IS EXTINCT, YOU KROONE!!!”
Ventrix did not respond. Instead, he let Malick do the talking.
“My people… ALL OF MY PEOPLE along with my beloved wife and daughters were victims to plague… AN INESCAPABLE SICKNESS! One, of which, I was and AM the ONLY ONE who is immune to! I am all that remains of the Kadorian race… And do you wish to know what the supposed ‘grand’ and ‘gracious’ High-Elders did to ‘reward me’ for all that I have suffered and lost??? DO YOU?!?!”
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The Lord-Emperor continued to listen as Malick madly raged, “I WAS THROWN IN THE CURSED THRALLS OF SLAVERY!!! Slavery under a WRETCHED WARLORD on an even MORE wretched world where I have fought every thracking day-cycle and night-cycle for the past TEN THRACKING CYCLES!!! Extinguishing life-force after life-force… And for what purpose?! FOR WHAT THRACKING PURPOSE?!?!?!”
“SURVIVAL,” Ventrix answered as the Changeling huffed and puffed furiously before him behind the electro-shock door to his holding cell.
Narrowing his eyes at the Lord-Emperor, Malick started to pace around in his cell whilst huffing bitterly.
“Grandest apologies AGAIN for your… ‘misfortune’, Malick… BUT TIME IS NOT OUR ALLY,” Ventrix informed. “Not long from now you shall be removed from this cell and jettisoned in a launch pod to the lowly planet of ‘Aeshlara’... ALSO KNOWN AS ‘EARTH’ to reclaim what my brothers and I have been endlessly searching for…”
` “The Pyramid of Power,” Malick hissed.
“Aye. The Pyramid resides there currently in the WRONGFUL POSSESSION of seven accursed beings. One of them is the Last Guardian Warrior of the now decimated planet Guardinas.”
“What use do you have of me?”
“I want you to ‘blend-in’ with the aeshlaran race. Become one of them, infiltrate the sect of thieves… AND KILL THEM ALL. Once you have completed this grand task, you are then expected to return the Pyramid to us.”
“And if I do this…”
“WHEN YOU DO THIS. There shall be NO ‘ifs’. None at thracking all. Only absolutes.”
Gritting his fanged teeth, the Changeling growled, to which Ventrix did not cringe or shimmer at once so ever.
“And say if I fail,” Malick then uttered in a voice that caused the Lord-Emperor’s eyes to widen. “If I fail to bring you slimy thrackin’ lot the Pyramid… What shall become of me?”
“Oh, tis quite simple,” Ventrix replied in a strangely calm voice, causing Malick’s bone-brow to furl. “YOU SHALL BE KILLED.”
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