Executor Malefic - All Will Be Purified In Her Name
kaycieekeith
((Miranda Station - Terra Prime Headquarters - The Dining Hall))
The gloved hand held the face of the hybrid upward, so he was forced to stare at the ceiling, up past the glowing capsule carefully pinched between two fingers.
DeVeau: I don’t understand you, Malefic.
Malefic: ::curiosity in his voice altered tone:: What don’t you understand?
DeVeau: Maybe I’m remembering incorrectly, but I thought the entire point of Terra Prime was to keep Earth for humans only.
Bailey: No, Terra Prime’s goal is to get rid of the thing you fear most right? You fear what is different, hmmm.
Yael: ?
Malefic: ::there was a chuckle:: Fear is the wrong word, little Elaysian.
No, there was no fear. Fear, of the trembling *thing* clutched in his fingers this very moment? No. Terra Prime *caused* the fear.
DeVeau: This isn’t Earth. You’re out of your so-called yard, Malefic. If you want to keep hybrids and aliens out of Earth, you’re in the wrong sector of space. So I don’t get why you bothered coming all the way out here.
Bailey: Why don’t we all just calm down and you tell us about your little plan? I’m sure you’re dying to. You're proud after all.
Malefic: My *little* plan?
The tone was still amused, as if they didn’t know just how deep they were in Malefics world.
Malefic: ::to the Human now:: Earth is obviously well defended. Surely a *leader* such as yourself would know you don’t attack the heavily fortified position.
The condescension dripped from his tone, and the grip on Ashley’s face tightened, giving him the slightest of shakes to emphasise the next point.
Malefic: You target the *weakness.*
DeVeau/Yael: ?
Bailey: Well I don’t know about my friends but I for one want to hear all about it. I’m interested in the science behind it all.
Malefic: Why would I need to explain that to *you?*
What a ridiculous alien. She wasn’t even able to walk properly. Completely out of place in the void of space, on Earth, in the Federation. Pretending she had a purpose there, when she should be back on *her own* world, functioning properly in its confines. Instead, she was a fish out of water, *gasping* at him… wasting precious space, oxygen, and time.
DeVeau/Yael: ?
Bailey: In the meantime, how about some entertainment to go along with our fine meal? I could provide us with some music if you wish.
Malefic: ::whispering in the hybrids ears:: Has your crew *always* been this incompetent, half-blood? I’m going to kill you, and they want to serenade the meal.
DeVeau/Yael: ?
Without speaking again, Malefic sharply gripped Ashley’s face again, but with points of pressure to force his jaw open. It did, and the capsule dropped onto his tongue. Then, the gloved hand pulled his face down again, the grip turning deceptively gentle as it patted the Denobulan-hybrids cheek twice with familiarity.
Malefic: You hold on to that, sweetie. The important people have to have a chat.
The scratching of the chair next to the Denobulan on the floor, and Malefic lowered to sit in it casually, laying a hand round the back of the hybrids neck and tracing up into his hair almost affectionately while looking across the table.
Malefic: Let’s play a game, shall we? It’s simple. There is one rule. ::the vocal modulator grated, but the humor still translated through it:: If you say anything else that *pisses me off,* I’m going to punch your friend in the face.
Which would invariably break the tiny capsule so carefully held on the hybrids tongue.
Malefic: ::to Alora:: Honestly, how can you stand this? Day in, day out. Protecting them. Pacifying them. Making excuses for them. As if they’re on the same level as you and I.
DeVeau/Bailey: ?
Malefic: ::ignoring whatever commentary there was:: I was not chosen. No. I was *ordained.* Tried in fire and blood, and found to be the only one worthy of carrying out the cause. The ONLY one capable of doing what is necessary. And my coronation, Utopia Colony. ::his free hand gesticulated almost wildly:: Once laughable, resigned to the fringes, scrounging in the shadows. Now, even the Syndicate has learned to fear Terra Prime, under MY leadership. Earth itself may be the end goal, but there is MUCH to do before the day I step foot into the sand lacing her oceans. Feel the cool waters purifying my flesh.
DeVeau/Bailey: ?
The armored figure stood again suddenly, drawing back an arm, the metal gauntlet curling into one great fist as he aimed.
Malefic: Earth will forgive all that is done in her name.
And the fist flew, connecting with such force against the hybrids face that it sent his weight, and the chair he was lashed to at the legs, sprawling to their sides on the metal plating of the floor. A splatter of blue-red blood arced away from his face where he and the chair landed, and he went completely still, slumped and silent.
DeVeau/Bailey: ?
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Executor Malefic of Terra Prime
Written by
Lieutenant JG Ashley Yael
Counselor
Starbase 118 Ops
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