“TIS TIME, YOUR MAJESTY,” Mikl said to Emperor Voltair backstage at the Grand Stage. “I have already ‘warmed up’ the crowd so there is no need to ‘fret’.”
Glancing back at Mikl whilst sitting in front of a Vanity Mirror at a makeup table, Emperor Voltair glared at his Media Aid and said angrily, “I do not ‘fret’.”
Mikl’s eyes widened as the grand emperor went back to looking at his reflection in the mirror.
“What of the Galactic Deciders?” Emperor Voltair asked Mikl. “Have they arrived yet?”
“No… I am afraid not, Your Grace.”
“Urgh… Where in the thrack are they?! They were supposed to be here when we arrived!”
“I know, my emperor, I know. I am sorry for this ‘unfortunate event’, but we cannot reach them due to all holo-comms signals still being down.”
Lowering his brow, Emperor Voltair glared at his reflection whilst seething in anger.
Looking back at the golden curtain that shielded the thousands of public socialites who awaited for the emperor’s reveal, Mikl said, “Your Royal Highness, I know you are… ‘upset’, but we really must…”
“Upset? UPSET???” Emperor Voltair mocked. “No. No, no, no, Mikl. I am not ‘upset’. You have NEVER seen me upset. Not truly. No one has… AND FOR GRAND THRACKING REASON.”
Eyes widened, Mikl shivered, “Wuh-Well tis ‘grand’ to hear, my emperor. Are… Are you ready to…”
“YES. I am ready to greet the ‘lowly commoners’.”
Rising up from his seat, the numerous Handmaidens who did the grand emperor’s makeup clamored to him as he turned away from the mirror… But not before giving his reflection one final seedy look.
Facing Mikl now, Emperor Voltair said, “Let us get the thrack on with it.”
Stepping through the now drawn back golden curtain, Emperor Voltair was greeted with a round of thunderous applause and excited cheering.
As the ‘frivolous living’ members of Voltairan High Society went absolutely ludicrous for their ‘Grand Ruler’s’ hallowed and revered presence, Emperor Voltair grimaced briefly before walking out on the Grand Stage.
Whilst he eyed the massive crowds that cheered and sang the ‘Voltairan Planetary Anthem’ for him, Emperor Voltair took it all in for nearly a minute-cycle until he rose up both of his hands… SILENCING everyone instantly.
The grand emperor smirked at this brief, but blatant action as he slowly lowered his arms back down at his sides beneath his shiny, golden cloak.
With the crowd now silent and ‘open-eared’, Emperor Voltair called out through a vocal amplifier augment that Mikl had placed on the right side of his neck before walking out on the Grand Stage, “ONE AND ALL! GRAND PEOPLE OF VOLTAIR CITY! OF THE ETERNALLY GRAND WORLD OF VOLTAIRA, I BID THEE ALL THE GRANDEST OF GREETINGS!!!”
Everyone immediately clapped for the emperor as he basked in their praises.
A few milli-cycles later, Emperor Voltair continued, “TODAY-CYCLE, MY PEOPLE, WE CONVENE HERE, BEFORE THE GILDED GATES OF MY ROYAL PALACE, TO CELEBRATE THE DEATH OF THE GRANDEST THREAT TO NOT JUST OUR PEACEFUL CIVILIZATION, BUT ALL OF THE PEACEFUL CIVILIZATIONS THAT INHABIT OUR VAST GALACTIC SECTOR! TODAY-CYCLE, WE CELEBRATE THE ‘JUST’ DEMISE OF MAGNUS… THE OATH-BREAKER!!!!!!!”
Everyone now booed, cursed, and slandered Magnus’s name and infamous title, causing Emperor Voltair to smirk devilishly.
Eyes narrowed, Emperor Voltair stated, “FOR ONE COMPLETE CYCLE, THE OATH-BREAKER HAS EVADED MY VOLTAIRAN KNIGHT INFANTRY FORCES TIME AND TIME AGAIN! PLANNING HIS EVENTUAL DESTRUCTION OF OUR RACE AND ANY RACE THAT WAS AT WAR WITH HIS KREN ALLIES!
“BUT FRET NOT, MY PEOPLE! THE OATH-BREAKER’S LIFE-CYCLE HAS LUCKILY, AND THANKFULLY, BEEN ENDED BY THE TRULY GRAND, HEROIC, BRAVE, AND COURAGEOUS MEMBERS OF THE GALACTIC DECIDERS!!!”
The crowds cheered ravenously at the mention of the Galactic Deciders as Emperor Voltair furled his brow slightly before carrying on to spout, “YES! YES!!! PRAISE BE TO THE GALACTIC DECIDERS FOR THEIR GRAND EFFORTS AS WELL AS PRAISE BE GIVEN TO THE TWO GALACTIC DECIDERS WHO ‘SELF-LESSLY’ AND ‘HEROICALLY’ LAID DOWN THEIR LIFE-CYCLES FOR THE SURVIVAL OF OUR SPECIES!”
The crowds now grew scarcely silent as Emperor Voltair shouted, “PRAISE BE TO DECIDERS TRISTAN AND ANORA! MAY THEIR DEATHS NOT GO IN VAIN! THEY SHALL LIVE FOREVER IN THE OUTER-WORLD FOR ALL ETERNITY LIKE ROYALTY! GIVE PRAISE!!!”
Everyone cheered, hooted, and hollered for Anora and Tristen as Emperor Voltair allowed them to do as such.
Whilst the public masses rejoiced, Mikl came up to the Emperor and whispered, “Your Highness, I have just received word that the Galactic Deciders' arrival is imminent.”
“How long until they arrive?” Emperor Voltair asked through a grin that he gave to the public.
Looking upwards from his Holo-Watch, which still displayed the current time even though it held no signal, Mikl said with a grin, “NOW.”
Feeling an invisible force brush over them all, the Voltairan Socialites that made up the massive ‘Grand Celebration crowd’ raised their heads in unison and saw the five remaining Galactic Deciders of the Voltairan Empire soar towards the Grand Stage in a ‘Flying V’ formation.
The crowd immediately started to clap and cheer for the Deciders as they flew to meet the grand and holy emperor.
Leading charge, as always, was Braako, who had his ‘dark circle pitted’, bloodshot eyes dead set locked on Emperor Voltair.
There was a sickening… AND DEMENTED look on Braako’s face along with Apollox, Rayven, and Draex… But not Medo.
No, Medo still bore an ‘unwell’ expression on her face due to all of the horrors and atrocities that Braako had committed since they first came in contact with Magnus three day-cycles ago.
After they had all blazed past the crowd, the five Galactic Deciders landed powerfully on the golden Grand Stage before Emperor Voltair and Mikl.
Residing on their right knees with their fists clenched, the Galactic Deciders kept their heads lowered, which the emperor took as an obvious sign of ‘respect’.
He was wrong.
Raising his head up first was Braako, who had resumed locking his widened eyes on the grand emperor’s ‘golden’ visage.
Apollox, Rayven, and Draex each followed in unison with Medo slagging lastly.
“My Childlings,” Emperor Voltair hissed with a sinister grin as the Galactic Deciders all looked up to him.
Lifting up hands slowly, Emperor Voltair commanded, “Rise, Galactic Deciders… RISE!!!”
Apollox, Rayven, Draex, and Medo all looked to Braako; their ‘Commanding-Leader’, their ‘GOD’, for guidance.
Keeping his eyes perched on the emperor, Braako did as he was commanded and rose up to his feet.
The others followed in suit as the crowds continued to go absolutely mad by being graced by their five protectors’ presences.
“Grandest greetings, my Childlings,” Emperor Voltair said to the five. “How are you all feeling?”
“Powerful,” Apollox said in his heavy voice, gaining a quick and curious glance from the emperor.
“How are you feeling, Your Grace,” Rayven asked with a troublemaking smirk.
“Not the grandest, Decider Rayven.” Emperor Voltair replied. “For whatever reason, all holo-communications signals are down across the city.”
“Not just the city,” Draex informed.
“Holo-Communication signals all over the planet are down as well… THE WHOLE THRACKING PLANET,” Braako stated sternly.
“What did you just say?” Emperor Voltair asked Braako as Mikl’s ‘welcoming grin’ quickly began to fade to a ‘confused frown’.
“You heard me, you thracking skogger,” Braako snapped, causing Mikl to gasp and the other Galactic Deciders to look at one another in slight nervousness.
Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.
Now lowering his brow, Emperor Voltair demanded, “DECIDER BRAAKO, what did just ca-- AGH!!!”
With use of his telekinesis, Braako ‘shoved’ the emperor backwards, knocking him down to the ground right on his arse.
The crowd collectively gasped in unison after witnessing their ‘kindly and just’ ruler fall down on the Grand Stage floor.
“EMPEROR!!!” Mikl cried out as he immediately clamored towards Voltair’s side, but Braako stopped him with his telekinesis.
Frozen seemingly in time, Mikl now only had control over his eyes, which were widened in a mixture of fear and confusion.
With the crack of a smirk, Braako used his mind to then suddenly ‘break’ Mikl into a cloud of red mist, which covered Emperor Voltair from head to toe.
Screams of terror now sounded off from the crowd as Medo looked back at them in shock.
Apollox, Rayven, and Draex kept their eyes forward as their power-maddened commanding-leader stood over their bewildered overlord like a colossus.
Before any more words could be spoken, two separate squads of Voltairan Knights came rushing out onto the Grand Stage wielding Pulsar Auto-Rifles in their hands.
“Brother Draex… TAKE THEM,” Braako ordered.
Creating six Gravity Knives (three in each of his hands) Draex nodded, “As you command… My Lord.”
Throwing the gravity knives forward, Draex and the others all watched as their ‘pointy tips’ pierced through the narrow openings that were in their gorgets, killing them instantly.
The six formerly impending Voltairan Knights all then fell down to the ground in unison, causing Emperor Voltair to gasp in shock.
CLUNK!
PLOPPING DOWN on the emperor’s left was an impenametal ball that was actually the telekinetically condensed ‘Main Holo-Comms Signal Server’ that Apollox himself personally crushed minute-cycles ago before he and the others easily broke the Voltairan Astro-Fighter Squads that had been sent to investigate.
“There is the ‘source’ of your holo-comms signal problems, my emperor. Heh, heh…” Braako snickered as Voltair looked at the metal ball in confusion. “The planet’s Main Holo-Comms Signal Server… Or I guess I should say it ‘WAS’. Heh, heh, heh…”
“Wuh-What?” Emperor Voltair stammered as he looked back up at Braako. “Why?”
“Why??? WHY?!?! You ask me ‘why’, you controlling piece of raxx?! FINE! I shall tell you why! We are beyond you, emperor.”
“We?”
“YES, WE!!!! MY FELLOW BROTHERS AND SISTERS AND I! MY LAST REMAINING BROTHERS AND SISTERS!!!”
The emperor’s eyes widened as Braako continued to rant, “FOR COUNTLESS THRACKING CYCLES YOU HAVE BEEN HOLDING US BACK! ALL OF US!!!! You restrained us! You restrained us by tampering with our emotional levels! Threatening us with the fear of death if we ever broke away from baseline for a single instant! A SINGLE THRACKING INSTANT!!!!”
The force from Braako’s voice knocked the emperor backward, causing the crowd to scream and frenzy.
Noticing this from up on the Grand Stage was Rayven who said, “No one leaves.”
Shooting up from the Grand Stage and rising up into the air, Rayven positioned herself over the frenzying crowd and shouted, “NO ONE LEAAAAAAAAAVES!!!!!!!”
Sealing off all of the exits from the seated crowd area that was blocked off by a squared, golden gate with her telekinesis, Rayven stopped ninety percent of the public masses from leaving.
“People are escaping,” Draex informed Braako from up on the Grand Stage. “What shall we do, Commanding-Leader?”
“Shall I ‘break’ them?” Apollox asked in demented glee.
“No,” Braako dismissed. “I need you two up here with me.”
Keeping his eyes locked on the downed grand emperor, Braako called out, “Sister Medo.”
“Huh?” Medo huffed in confusion as she looked back at her ‘brother’.
“I want you to round up the ‘urchins’ who have escaped,” Braako ordered. “No one leaves. Not until they bear witness… ALL OF THEM. Confirm command."
Medo did not respond. She merely just looked at Braako before looking out to the frenzying crowd.
Lowering his brow, Braako turned to Medo and snapped, “DECIDER MEDO, CONFIRM COMMAND!”
Looking back at her ‘brother’, Medo replied out of fear of being killed like Anora, Kai, and Xan, “Command confirmed.”
Braako now sneered as Medo looked out to the crowd once more, closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and quickly exhaled whilst opening her eyes back up to reveal that they were now glowing bright, stark white.
As Medo disappeared in a flash to gather up the escaping citizens with use of her ‘gravitational time slowing ability’ (super speed), Emperor Voltair looked up at the Commanding-Leader of the Galactic Deciders to stammer, “Wuh-What is your plan? BRAAKO… What is your plan with… with me?”
“With you? Heh, heh… What a self-concerned piece of raxx,” Draex snapped, gaining a glare from the emperor.
“We have ‘OTHER PLANS’ that do not just concern ‘your fate’, emperor,” Braako stated through gritted teeth. “Or your city, your Empire, and your thracking planet. Sure, we shall destroy everything that you’ve ever built in your rather ‘elongated’ WASTE of an existence, but my siblings and I plan to spread our ‘godly might’ all across the galactic sector and even to the infinite others that lie beyond it.”
“All across the Known Universe. Heh, heh,” Apollox snickered as Emperor Voltair’s eyes widened.
Looking at the three remaining Galactic Deciders now, Emperor Voltair asked, “You’re… You’re planning to destroy the Known Universe?”
“URGH… NO!” Braako raged. “WHY WOULD WE DO SUCH A POINTLESS THING AS THAT, YOU THRACKER?!”
Scrunching his brow in confusion, Emperor Voltair said, “If not destruction then…”
“CONQUEST,” Braako gritted, causing the Emperor’s eyes to widen once again. “UNIVERSAL CONQUEST.”
Holding out his arms now, Braako stated, “With my newfound ability of ‘World-Breaking’ that I discovered after SOLELY breaking Rannuk to kill the Oath-Breaker…”
“You… YOU ‘broke’ Rannuk?” Emperor Voltair gasped.
“That I thracking did, emperor, and I shall break far more than just that wasted stretch of soil and rock if ALL SENTIENT LIFE in the Known Universe does not heed to OUR will and show us OUR reverence.”
Emperor Voltair scrunched his brow now as Braako continued, “As I was saying before I was so RUDELY interrupted, once my TRUE BELIEVING siblings and I are finished with you, your people, your Empire, and your thracking planet we shall go across the galaxy! We shall conquer every single world that we come across to add to OUR new Empire! AN EMPIRE OF GODS!!!”
Braako’s voice echoed across the whole city, causing Voltair to now lower his brow at him.
“You have kept our abilities; our TRUE abilities locked away for far too long, emperor,” Braako shimmered. “No more… NO MORE, I SAY! NO MORE SHALL WE BOUND BY THE WORD AND RULE OF A PITIFUL MORTAL THRACK SUCH YOU!!!”
Emperor Voltair narrowed his eyes at Braako as he turned his back on him.
Facing the crowd now, which had fully been contained and recovered by both Rayven and Medo (willingly and unwillingly) Braako shouted, “CITIZENS OF VOLTAIR CITY AND OF THE PLANET OF VOLTAIRA… KNEEL BEFORE US! KNEEL BEFORE YOUR NEW RULERS! BEFORE YOUR NEW GODS! KNEEEEEEL!!!”
Everyone looked up at Braako in confusion and fear, but did not kneel.
Angered by this immensely, Braako screamed, “I SAID KNEEEEEEEEEEEEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
With the use of his ever growing, emotionally charged telekinesis, Braako locked onto every single citizen that made up the crowd and made them all, in unison, drop down to one knee and kneel to him and his ‘siblings’.
Braako now smiled devilishly as the rest of the Galactic Deciders, except for Medo, all looked to the kneeling citizens in demented glee.
“You’ll never be a god,” Emperor Voltair croaked out from behind, causing Braako to turn around and face him once more.
“What? What did you say?” Braako pressed as Emperor Voltair glared at him.
“Your ears do not deceive you… BOY. I said that you shall never be a god. None of you traitorous… AND UNGRATEFUL skoggers shall!”
“You are brave, emperor,” Draex commended. “VERY THRACKING KROONISH… But ‘brave’ nonetheless.”
“Say the word, Brother Braako, and I shall squash this thracker like the urchin that he is,” Apollox gritted whilst cracking his knuckles. “Like he ALWAYS has been.”
Narrowing his eyes, Braako said to the emperor, “Your ‘golden tongue’ has always been your grandest weapon, Voltair, but now it shall be the catalyst that brings about your ULTIMATE undoing.”
“Go on with it then… GO ON!” Emperor Voltair snapped. “End my life-cycle, Braako! Extinguish my life-force! I do not care! FOR IT DOES NOT MATTER! NONE OF THIS MATTERS! Killing me will not bring you anything, boy! You will still not be a god! Even though you and your thracking worthless ‘siblings’ wield godly abilities and long to be gods you shall still not be what you so grandly desire! You shall be nothing but kroones! KROONES, I SAY!!!”
“SILENCE!!!” Braako raged, using his telekinesis to snap back the emperor’s head and
keep him compressed on the ground flat on his back.
“URGH… AGH! AAAAAAGH!!!!!” Emperor Voltair cried out in eardrum shattering pain as Braako began to slowly crush his body with his mind.
Whilst he slowly crushed the emperor to death, Braako madly ranted, “YOU TREAT US LIKE
URCHINS?! LIKE CHILDLINGS?! HOW DARE YOU, SKOGGER! HOW THRACKING DARE YOU!!!”
With his eyes now glowing bright, stark white, Braako blared, “YOU SHALL BE THE FIRST, EMPEROR VOLTAIR! You shall be the first ‘Non-Believer’ to be PUBLICLY executed for your defiance! RIGHT BEFORE THE FEARFUL EYES OF THE PEOPLE WHO YOU ‘ONCE’ RULED! The ‘puppets’ you once manipulated for your own thracking, accursed means! On this day-cycle, Alixandr Corvinux Voltair… YOU DIE!!!”
“BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAKOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
