It was a rather lovely evening in the Solana Galaxy as I was watching my workers from the screens in my ship's control room. There was a huge window to see where we were actually going, of course, but surrounding it were many screens where I could keep an eye on my subjects and punish them if they were to slack off. No such thing should ever be allowed.
I stood near the large window, watching the space with a smile. Everything had been going so well so far that it was almost painfully easy. I almost wished for a challenge.
"Eh, sir?" One of my minions spoke from the entrance of the room, making me groan out loud. I wasn't too happy with people disturbing my thoughts for the greater future.
"What. Is it?" Not turning around to look at my minion, and not really caring to, I kept staring into the space; into my... Project.
"We have some... Good news and... Bad news..." My minion mumbled in shame and fear, which he deserved to have. Bad news were never good and it was always the fault of my minions. They always messed things up. Had it been possible, I would have done everything myself.
"And they are?" I asked, tapping my hand with my fingers as I kept my arms behind my back.
"Well, you see..." My minion let out a fearful stutter, but hearing my low growl, he began to speak up properly. "Good news is, the work in planet Eudora is going smoothly! Your shipment will be received in no time!"
"And the bad news?" My question made the minion stutter again as he hesitated to answer my question.
"Our work in planet Novalis... Has suffered a little." This time, I turned around quick and threw my fists back as I snarled at my minion angrily.
"What?!" My anger began to build up. It didn't need much to go overboard.
"The president is onto us and has dispatched an army against us! He has also gotten a group to track us and defeat us." The minion spoke as he backed away a bit, waving his hands in front of him as if trying to prevent me from brutally murdering him right here and now. Not that I would do it, no. It would be too messy, so I would just call another minion to do it for me. Had it not been for the next line, I would have definitely done it. "Their leader is Captain Qwark."
My anger decreased rather quickly as I snorted at the name; Captain Qwark. I knew that man. The whole galaxy knew that man. He was a super hero, who could do anything for anyone. He was the one people called upon when they were in trouble. The thought of that made me chuckle in my place. I knew clear as day that that man was an idiot. He could do nothing on his own and there wasn't much he could do to stop me. Even if he did have a group, it didn't mean they could do much more. No-one would volunteer to follow an idiot like him unless they were idiots themself.
"Sir?" My minion carefully asked in confusion as I kept chuckling to myself. I turned around again to my previous position, hands behind my back and my gaze on my project.
"Prepare to send an invitation. I have a plan." I simply said and my minion automatically agreed.
"Right away, sir." He said and left the room, going to get the needed items for my invitation. Well, mostly an infobot, really.
I smiled to myself as I glanced on the monitors and watched my minions work, feeling rather good about the situation. The president was sending an army after me? Oh, please, that was just the cutest thing to do! With an idiot like Qwark leading them on, winning this battle was a piece of cake! I would just have to tell a lie or two and that moron would be finally battling for the right team and millions of people would lose hope in one day.
Sometimes I could squeal at my own, evil and brilliant plans.
