Meanwhile, back at Barron's lair under the mountain range the eight hundred former heroes and Barron's one remaining original team member were getting restless. Vader had only been on Barron's side for the past year and was still new to the supervillain gig. He wasn't confident that he could control eight hundred powerful superheroes. The bodies of the dead heroes and villains were piled in a storage area. They'd probably be used for ransom – the good guys always wanted the body back.
Of course now that these heroes were now villains, they were beginning to display traits commonly found among the evil; greed, a desire for authority and power and ruthless nature. Unfortunately, ten more former heroes had already been killed in scuffles between some of the more powerful ex-heroes. Factions were forming and Vader was worried that when Barron returned, he wouldn't be able to control his new army.
His watch beeped the hour: 8am. Where was Barron? He couldn't leave the mountain in the hands of these people who had no loyalty towards his leader and he couldn't ask one of them to find him. He'd look stupid and who knows if they could be trusted? He would have to sit tight and hope things resolved themselves, preferably in his favour.
'Hey! Short stack!' yelled one of the disgruntled ex-heroes.
Vader turned around. He was a little sensitive about his height and at only 5'6" it was understandable.
'What?' he asked through gritted teeth.
'When's Barron back? I thought we were going to be doing something slightly more exciting than sitting around in this hole!'
'This is not a hole! This is the lair of Barron Battle and you better show that some respect! Don't you remember that only a few hours ago you were some do-gooding hero?'
'Yeah I remember, unfortunately!' he sneered. 'But I also know that I am way more powerful than you are and so I don't see why I should have to bow down to your authority. What little of it that exists anyway.'
'You may have a greater power but Barron Battle trusts me, will take my word for things and if I say that you were causing problems I can assure you, you will regret doing this,' replied Vader hoping his voice wasn't trembling as much as his insides were.
'Well I don't think you'll be saying anything soon,' replied the man who stepped out of the crowd and in one quick motion had snapped Vader's neck.
The Commander stood at the head of the crowd and discarded the body.
'Right, who can get us out of here? I say it's time to cause some damage!'