A/N- Well it's been over a year since I last updated this particular story and I finally have another chapter ready for this story. Don't expect much action in this chapter though, it's mostly just two people talking but this chapter impacts most of my stories set after this one.
A/A/N- Once again, I do not condone certain acts as shown in the chapter however briefly. You have been warned.
Chapter Four - The Orc Time Controller Arrives
A few months after they had begun experiments and tests on people from all kinds of backgrounds, Samgon stood in a quiet room inside an old castle. He quietly swigged his drink, looking at a holographic projection from the Idroid device sat on a large wooden table in the middle of the room. His wife had gone to implement a similar yet more complicated scheme in a universe that was like the one she'd been born in.
As Samgon stood quietly, the largest door in the room slid open to reveal a figure who was wearing thick, medieval-like, cybernetic bluish-purple armour. Attached to his legs, were feet with the heels replaced by large metal balls that allowed him to glide across the ground very quickly. Visible through the chest armour was a bright, angry, greenish-blue ball of energy and that ball of energy, if one looked carefully, showed the metal-coated bones of the figure, exposing the fact that the ball of energy was in the body of the figure and not just under or within the armour. The figure carefully regarded Samgon before addressing him, "You summoned me, Emperor Samgon?" His voice was highish pitched and had a silky quality to it.
Samgon was roused from his thoughts as he heard the newcomer speak. "Ah, Time Controller, I assume you were able to arrive undetected, were you not?"
"Your assumption is correct, Emperor. Every branch of Outer Heaven intelligence is monitoring enemy communications and they have detected nothing." The Orc Time Controller looked at the holographic projection from the Idroid and then looked back at Samgon. "Your message indicated that you have concerns."
"I do." He pressed a button and a large flat television screen emerged from the floor and, with the press of another button, the screen switched on. It showed a young Harry Potter fucking a young Ginny Weasley and his own mother with the female members of the Delacour family having a lesbian threesome whilst they waited for Harry to be finished with Ginny and his mother. Watching them, some of Ginny's brothers sat with their heavily pregnant mother pleasuring them. "What do you see?"
"I only see the somewhat animalistic rutting of parents and their descendants, which I consider myself above. What am I meant to be looking at?"
Samgon pointed out the confused expressions on the youngest Weasley son as well as the Weasley and Delacour patriarchs. "The Virus that I unleashed was supposed to make every man, woman and child worship this Harry like a god with myself above him and all the other patient zeros. Explain why those three are not reacting with complete and total lust." The Orc Time Controller looked intensely at the expressions of Ron and Arthur Weasley and Sebastian Delacour. He let out an unnerving chuckle, which concerned and annoyed Samgon. "What? What are you able to discern?"
"There is already a resistance to your virus developing." The Orc Time Controller then turned to face Samgon. "They sense that something's wrong. I do not believe they know why yet but I believe they will discover the existence of the virus and that their timeline has gone wrong or even the fact that their timeline is nothing but a construct."
Samgon clenched his fists tightly and his face was scrunched up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Those bloody 'umans could cause the plan to fail."
"Calm down Emperor. We may be able to use this to our advantage." The Orc Time Controller replied calmly.
Samgon looked at him, wondering what the Orc Time Controller meant. "EXPLAIN!"
The Orc Time Controller explained his thoughts calmly. "If they have developed a resistance to your virus, there may be a chance that they develop desirable biological traits and abilities that may be of use to us. We could then surgically and mentally develop those traits as we see fit."
"I like your thinking. Regardless of whether they succumb to the virus or not, our armies back in our universe will grow and we'll have a potentially unlimited source of reinforcements." Samgon replied, now feeling much happier once he realised that his plans were no longer in danger of failing. Samgon then spoke about his appreciation of the Orc Time Controller, "Ever since you came to me from the future, you have proven yourself invaluable. You are calm, calculating and unorthodox. You are unafraid to use your own initiative as our first meeting proved and you demonstrate the best traits of the collective Greenskin race." Samgon then became more pensive, "There's just one issue we need to discuss."
"Yes?" The Orc Time Controller asked with a sing song voice.
"I have received many complaints from high ranking followers that you have been frequently exceeding your authority. I would like to know why?" Samgon asked, his tone darkening.
"I exceed my authority because those followers of yours make incompetent decisions or they make decisions that, while not incompetent, are to the detriment of the Greenskin race. They do not always consider the long-term consequences of their actions and most of them only think about how the military benefits." The Orc Time Controller reasoned with Samgon.
"And you think about the civil benefits of a given strategy?" Samgon questioned bluntly. The Orc Time Controller remained silent at hearing Samgon's question, practically an admission that he was imposing double standards on those he was meant to serve under. "I thought so." Samgon said knowingly. "We're a society that wants war, thirsts for it even. Every nation of man who goes to war will only remain at war as long as their civil populations support that war. Only those nations and empires who commit wholeheartedly to war and are prepared for it can hope to succeed and emerge victorious. Those who do not commit to war and or unprepared for it may find themselves in deep trouble as soon as they enter it and are resigned to defeat."
"Humans might say that you have to remain committed to your morals if you hope to succeed in war." The Orc Time Controller replied, pointing out what most humans would say.
"Most of them may think that but the majority of those who think that way will inevitably lose themselves and lose their morals. Some of the human nations have used prisoners of war as labour for farming, mining and construction and manufacturing or they hold them to ransom to get their own soldiers out of their enemies captivity. They may even commit heinous acts themselves."
"What about the peace activists? They'd try to keep their nations, their people out of war entirely."
"Then those people deny what is real. They deny what is nature; deny their biological animal instinct to fight, to dominate the weak, and the instinct to reproduce. When I was in a female form, I did not deny my reality and the same is true when I'm in my much more accustomed male forms."
"If I did not come from the future or was not able to perceive the unfathomable patterns of the timelines, would you still accept me?" The Orc Time Controller asked calmly.
"Of course I would. I'd even accept a worthy enemy. The only people I couldn't accept are those who would try and shoot me in the back. I would make sure that those who suffered greatly." Samgon replied definitively. Samgon turned back to the screen. "Before you say anything, I am aware of the irony of me saying I couldn't accept a person who shot me in the back whilst I am happy to encourage others to shoot people in the back."
"Would you like me to keep watch on all those who develop a resistance to your virus?" The Orc Time Controller asked.
"That would be most helpful and appreciated, Time Controller. You may now go for the time being. I will call upon your services again soon." Samgon replied gratefully. Samgon didn't bother to watch the Orc Time Controller leave the room, instead resuming to watch the unnatural debauchery. After a few minutes of pleasuring himself, Samgon pressed a button and the image changed to that of another part of the castle. It showed a few Greenskin scientists conducting various experiments on children, some of whom had been mutated or partially mutated and others were being prepared for mutation. A small figure, with gnarly green skin and wearing black robes, black goggles and a black mask then came into view on the screen. The figure looked like he was almost ready to have a conversation over a camera link. He then lowered his mask and stood ready to attention.
"Jurzacka, how is the nursery?" Samgon asked with a smile as screams and squeaks could be heard from behind the cloaked figure.
A/N- I hope you have enjoyed this chapter and please review. This has been a chapter I have enjoyed writing, even though it's quite short.
If you have also been reading Harry Potter and All The Skywalker Chicks, then a new chapter should be out within the next two weeks.