Far above the Z fighters, stars, galaxies, and other planetary
systems glittered in an array of sparkles, shimmers, and intertwining
colors. In the midst of this godly masterpiece, there was a flaw,
something that didn't belong. It was golden and harshly angled on the
sides and nonchalantly smoothed on the top and underneath. It hummed a
steady toll of spinning blades and its hull reflected back a golden
possibility of a reality that could come; a reality that was coated in
gold, but hollow underneath. The space around the ship seemed to thin in
fear, and the golden ship cut through it smoothly like a knife already
layered in a liquid coating of blood.
Inside the ship, the lights were dim, but the tensions were high. Black shadows of people moved with slight breezes back and forth silently, never saying words or questioning orders. The will of the people was the will of the Emperor, and the Emperor was all. Soldiers in golden armor, the same type of gold as on the hull of the ship, glistened in the dim lights as they strode down, patrolling the wide, obsessively ornate halls. Each soldier had a golden ring on his middle finger. They were part of the Emperor's hand. They marched swiftly through the halls, with darting eyes and a lead expression, but there was one hallway that they slowed their stride, and basically tip-toed down. In the middle of this hallway was a great metal door and inside that door was a room of gold, a room of thought, of faith, of inspiration, and of dictatorship. It was the Emperor's quarters.
Inside, two green eyes pierced the darkness and watched through a plexiglass-like wall at the space that surrounded him. The green eyes shriveled in frustration, but then steadily grew wider again as he forced himself to relax. With three well-muscled darkly tanned fingers the Emperor delicately swirled a wine glass in his hand, but it looked more like he was trying to pinch the glass than hold it. The dark red violet of wine swirled with a whisper of sweetness against the glass as the muscles in the fingers tensed and suddenly pulsed with a swelling strength, shattering the glass and spilling the intoxicating liquid onto the floor. The pieces of glass sliced through the silence like glass bells ringing in a rainstorm.
A door creaked open and a small willowy shadow into the room. "Is everything alright, Holy One?"
The green eyes focused onto the inferior form and the pupils became slits. "I am uncertain that what I am doing is the right thing," a solid bass voice rumbled. "Show me what you see in me."
The tiny figure approached the Emperor, kneeling before His Greatness. "You are my reason for breathing, my soul, my ideals," the small voice whispered. "You are my dreams, my hopes, and my futures. You are strong, a leader, a thinker, a father. You are my valor, my honor, and my pride."
The Emperor's eyes teared, and he shut them for a moment. "Then I am on the right path. I have not fallen from my ultimate goal." The Emperor's eyes opened and he found the tiny shadow again. "You have pleased me greatly, child. Name anything you want and it shall be yours."
The lowly figure's voice wavered with sobs of joy. "The only thing I want, Great One, is to know that when I die, that I have pleased you."
"So be it," The Emperor said, and before the shadow could blink, decapitated him with one smooth, deadly fast stroke of his sword. "May you rest, knowing you have pleased me well." As the blood from the headless corpse stained the stone, the Emperor reached for another glass, poured himself some wine and sighed in relief after he downed the entire glass.
"You were meant for me," he said, talking to the stars in his sights, "And soon, very soon, you will all be mine."
Inside the ship, the lights were dim, but the tensions were high. Black shadows of people moved with slight breezes back and forth silently, never saying words or questioning orders. The will of the people was the will of the Emperor, and the Emperor was all. Soldiers in golden armor, the same type of gold as on the hull of the ship, glistened in the dim lights as they strode down, patrolling the wide, obsessively ornate halls. Each soldier had a golden ring on his middle finger. They were part of the Emperor's hand. They marched swiftly through the halls, with darting eyes and a lead expression, but there was one hallway that they slowed their stride, and basically tip-toed down. In the middle of this hallway was a great metal door and inside that door was a room of gold, a room of thought, of faith, of inspiration, and of dictatorship. It was the Emperor's quarters.
Inside, two green eyes pierced the darkness and watched through a plexiglass-like wall at the space that surrounded him. The green eyes shriveled in frustration, but then steadily grew wider again as he forced himself to relax. With three well-muscled darkly tanned fingers the Emperor delicately swirled a wine glass in his hand, but it looked more like he was trying to pinch the glass than hold it. The dark red violet of wine swirled with a whisper of sweetness against the glass as the muscles in the fingers tensed and suddenly pulsed with a swelling strength, shattering the glass and spilling the intoxicating liquid onto the floor. The pieces of glass sliced through the silence like glass bells ringing in a rainstorm.
A door creaked open and a small willowy shadow into the room. "Is everything alright, Holy One?"
The green eyes focused onto the inferior form and the pupils became slits. "I am uncertain that what I am doing is the right thing," a solid bass voice rumbled. "Show me what you see in me."
The tiny figure approached the Emperor, kneeling before His Greatness. "You are my reason for breathing, my soul, my ideals," the small voice whispered. "You are my dreams, my hopes, and my futures. You are strong, a leader, a thinker, a father. You are my valor, my honor, and my pride."
The Emperor's eyes teared, and he shut them for a moment. "Then I am on the right path. I have not fallen from my ultimate goal." The Emperor's eyes opened and he found the tiny shadow again. "You have pleased me greatly, child. Name anything you want and it shall be yours."
The lowly figure's voice wavered with sobs of joy. "The only thing I want, Great One, is to know that when I die, that I have pleased you."
"So be it," The Emperor said, and before the shadow could blink, decapitated him with one smooth, deadly fast stroke of his sword. "May you rest, knowing you have pleased me well." As the blood from the headless corpse stained the stone, the Emperor reached for another glass, poured himself some wine and sighed in relief after he downed the entire glass.
"You were meant for me," he said, talking to the stars in his sights, "And soon, very soon, you will all be mine."
