Skaroff replied coldly, "I want them to be on standby and prepared to move out."
"Yes, Sir!"
Commander Skaroff was nothing short of Satan on Earth. He stood tall at seven feet, three inches and was 440 pounds of pure muscle. He had a buzz cut of brown hair and no distinctive facial features other than his eyes that were normally rust-colored, but somehow glowed to a shade of crimson when angry. He was in the United States Army for five years, after graduating "summa cum laude" from Yale University with a BS in psychology. He could not stand the rigid system of the military though, so he left as soon as he could.
Ever since he was very young, people knew of Skaroff's sadistic ways. People knew of him as a cold-hearted torturer who was not only a physical force to be reckoned with, but also a genius who could not be outsmarted. He took up Duel Monsters from a very early age from his cousin, Panik [who would later be an eliminator at Duelist Kingdom], and learned some strategy skills from the game. At the age of thirteen, he won the City Championship in Domino and ended up winning the Regional Championship later on that year. His heart was not into winning prizes and titles though. Skaroff was known for being a bully, not only with his fists, but with his cards, too. He found it hilarious not just to give people bloody noses and broken bones, but also humiliate them by convincingly defeating them in something that required skill and intelligence. Skaroff made the rules of defeating bullies go completely out the window and people basically allowed him to do whatever he wished, because they figured he'd do whatever he wanted anyway.
When he went into the army, the perverse streak only got worse. During a military action in Iraq, he was suspected of torturing over two hundred enemy soldiers during interrogations and then executing them in the most brutal of ways such as crucifixion or immersion in concentrated lye. Skaroff would even torture some by playing them in Duel Monsters with him and having their lives as the bet. He'd call them "Shadow Games," even though they obviously weren't true ones with Millennium Items involved.
Ever since he was in the army, Skaroff had a great envy for those who had the Millennium Items. He grew more and more determined every day to duel those with the items and defeat them. He felt he would be a much more worthy duelist for the Millennium Items than people he regarded as little punks such as the late Marik, Bakura, and most of all and most recently, Yugi Moto.
An older man with dark gray hair and sunglasses slowly walked toward Skaroff from behind. He had on the same camouflage uniform as the commander and appeared to be second-in-command. This man whispered harshly, "When do you plan on initiating our first attack?"
Skaroff brought his arms out and stretched for a few seconds before turning around to face his assistant. After the slight pause, Skaroff made his reply.
"It'll happen around noon today. Our inside contact said they were close to finding what we're after. He says that he'll call us before he calls Kaiba. We'll converge on them from three sides when they get to the center point and have what we want on the surface. We'll double-flank them on every side. When we get within a hundred yards of the point of attack, after we've penetrated the security perimeter, we'll start opening fire on Kaiba and his party. They'll either surrender or be eliminated. And then... I'll finally get a start on my collection."
"Do you believe this is your destiny, Sir?"
"Are you having second thoughts about this or something?"
"No, Sir. I'm simply curious to what goes on in a mind of your depth and ability that could provoke a plan of such magnitude."
"I want those Millennium Items so badly that I can taste them, smell them, feel them right in my hand. I lust for them like one would lust for a beautiful woman or a king's ransom. I want the Egyptian God Cards and I want the power to rule the world. I could care less about fame and fortune. I don't care if a single human being on this Earth likes me or not. I don't care about living in a mansion nor having a hundred stunning female virgins at my disposal. I want to have the ability to walk up to the President of the United States and tell him to kiss my ass. I want to live that dream that imbecile, Marik, couldn't survive to fulfill. I want to live that dream and more..."
The older man digested all the commander said with a show of complete stillness. He then took a deep breath and asked the question which truly was the weight on his mind, "What do you want us to do if we find Yugi Moto?"
Skaroff's muscular body tensed as his eyes glistened to a much redder tone, reflecting the warm morning sun. With a stiffened jaw and a colder tone, he replied, "I want his head removed from his body... I want his decapitated head on a stick and paraded for all to see. I want the Millennium Puzzle and the God Cards brought to me in tact immediately upon Yugi's execution. If you find him, and anyone gets in the way, kill them all in the most horrifying, sanguine fashion possible. If you get a chance at taking out Yugi, I don't care who you have to kill or what you have to destroy. I don't care if you have to bludgeon pregnant women to death and burn down churches. I want him dead and I want his Millennium Puzzle and God Cards brought to me!"
