Executor Malefic & Controller Verbosky - The Executors Orders

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((Miranda VII))

The call came through and there was no need to confirm who it was.  Everyone knew.  Terrence knew.  Executor Malefic’s calls were marked by a specific chirp of the computer so there was no way to mistake it for anyone else.  And as soon as he heard it, Terrence answered, his voice sharp, crisp, and respectful.  The video feed on the huge monitor that hung above head height flared into a brisk white, momentarily blinding before the dark screen replaced it.

But it revealed only a field of shadows, veiled.  Within the field of view was the shadow of a large seat… something spiking up behind it on each corner almost haphazardly… and within that shadowed seat, a shadowed figure.  Large shoulders framed in darkness, draped in black with hints of red.  The figure sat, knees splayed open, leaning forward slightly, as if annoyed and interested at the same time.  Atop their head was a helmet, sleek, potentially adorned with leather, with more spikes arcing up behind each ear, behind the skull, also obscured by shadows.

The presentation was purposefully deep, meant to throw off the psychological balance of anyone engaged on the other end.

Even those the figure called his own people.

Perhaps, especially them.

Verbosky: =/\=Executor Malefic!=/\=

Malefic:  ::wasting no time with pleasantries::  Which one are you?

Terrence had to force his face into a stony wall of expressionlessness.  While he believed wholeheartedly in the cause, every time he heard the Executor’s voice, he had to suppress the urge to cringe.  The grating depth of it clawed at his ears and sent spiders up and down his spine.

Verbosky: =/\=Controller Verbosky, sir.=/\=

Malefic:  You have new orders.

Verbosky: =/\=Yes sir, ready to receive your command!=/\=

To say anything otherwise invited a slew of unpleasant consequences which Terrance was not prepared to deal with.  Besides, they had a purpose. A goal.  An objective.  Each one of them was completely, utterly, and totally committed.  So when the Executor said jump, they said how high and obeyed without hesitation.  

There was a rough, rude sound through the comm and the figure shifted back in their seat slightly, hands coming together in front of them, balanced on the arms of the massive seat at the elbows and fingers lacing together and melding together in shadow.  Though the eyes were obscured, the gaze emanating from that shadow was intent and intense.

Malefic:  Dispose of the first cell of hybrids.  We have everything we need from them.

Verbosky: =/\=Acknowledged.  Anything further?=/\=

Malefic:  Harvest the organs.  Waste nothing.

Verbosky:  =/\=It shall be done.=/\=

Terrance nodded once in a brief, sharp motion.  

Verbosky: =/\=Any further orders, sir?=/\=

Malefic:  Have the General report to me immediately.  Prepare for an assault on a Federation vessel.

This was said directly, as intensely as the first order, but plainly, as if the Malefic were ordering a common meal.  As if the Federation meant nothing.

That was news to Terrance.  Both eyebrows shot upward.  He had no problem complying, but the information made him curious.  They had already destroyed one and shot down another.  Were they going after a third, or trying to finish the job on the second?    

Verbosky:  =/\=Of course.  Immediately.=/\=

Malefic:  I want an update on the Genetics Program.  I’m growing *impatient* for results concerning our custom organisms.

Impatient, in this voice, in this tone, meant people were going to disappear soon.

Verbosky:  =/\=You will have it in within the hour.=/\=

Even as he spoke, Terrance beegan to type on a console next to him.  That was a simple order to fulfill, one he would immediately pass along and would certainly have the information in far shorter a time than indicated.  

Verbosky: =/\=How else may I serve you, Executor?=/\=

Malefic:  You can *stop* wasting time.

The grating, resonating voice and blunt directive was followed by the bluntness of the line going dead, the sharp spikes of shadows and low backlighting replaced by dull nothingness.  Without hesitation, Terrance sent into action, relaying orders and pressing urgency.  The Executor did not like to wait. 

~*~

Executor Malefic of Terra Prime

Written by

Lieutenant JG Ashley Yael

Counselor

Starbase 118 Ops

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&

Controller Terrence Verbosky

As simmed by

Lt. Cmdr. Alora DeVeau

First Officer

Starbase 118 Ops

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