He opened his eyes, it was dusk, time to get ready and do what must be done; his Legion awaited him.
He put on his cloak and stepped out. The cold air stung him, or it would have, if he were alive, like all his numerous soldiers and allies he too had died and then lived, only to die again, and live again. He marched out of his 'Colony', his city which he governed with a grip of iron. He walked out and his guards followed him. One might wonder, "Why a dead man requires protection?" Well that's because even a dead man can feel pain, especially if he is killed. But these guards were more of a show of strength, not a defense against attack. He marched to his leader's colony, in the castle his leader was waiting.
It was that time when the legion's numerous rulers came together and debated on what to do and what had happened. But the decisions were only taken by the leader and the council of ministers. However, this was mere formality, in the end it was up to the leader and the leader only, so often he would give orders of his own.
However, being a Minister, one may presume that this would allow him to undermine the leader's authority, but this was not true, for the orders given by the ministers were attuned to the leader's wishes; this emboldens the leader for he knows that even if he is not there, the Legion will be lead according to his wishes, for the ministers were loyal. He walked down the hallway heading towards the room where the council was. He could hear some voices talking; it would seem they had started. He walked in and greeted them, "Ola, gentlemen." and inclined his head towards his leader.
His leader, who responded, "Hey War Minister Doommajor.",
He in turn responded "Ola Leader Hutch. Apologies for being late, I was busy elsewhere."
"No need Doom, join us."
"As you wish". He looked at the other ministers, Savage, the minister of intelligence and Doctor, the minister of foreign affairs, nodded towards them and then asked without much pause, "So what did I miss?"