For a solid minute silence filled the hangar bay as ever set of eyes in the room stared dumbfounded at the magnanimous Lord Warhead stood grinning at the rest of the cavernous room, taking in every moment of glorious collection of stunned faces in disbelief. It was glorious, he could almost taste the aura of astonishment and confusion, part of him wondered if this was perhaps one of the best moments of his various returns to life. Well, at least on the top ten list anyway, perhaps coming in at number seven just below one of his regenerations on the ship full of cloned whores on the outer edge of the galaxy before he led the earth shattering assault and victory of FICO. This did however mean that one of his many memories of decimating the Syphilian Empire had to move down to a pitiful number 11, and therefore not even worth his bothering to remember ever again for the rest of his endless immortality, but he was willing to take that blow just for the dropped jaw of his nemesis come ally Lord Shadowscythe.
Well, that look was almost as good as the propaganda he had spread himself not some months ago of Lord Shadowscythe wearing a form of extremely low cut school girl costume, but it was fucking damn close. Now if he could find some way to edit that image with the dropped jaw in front of him now it would become a solid number "5" on the list . . . But he stowed that thought for another time.
In the here and now he had the utter fucking cockwomble of a Trooper stood on the walkway above him holding some form of Scythian explosive above his head with an utterly blank look on his face.
"Deactivate that fucking thing you goddamn choad, i don't know about your cuntpunting death wish but I -really- don't want to shitting die twice in one day
" Lord Warhead shouted in his loudest and angriest voice imaginable, filling the void of the bay with his ravaging screech.
The witless trooper dropped his arms to the floor still carrying the explosive and deactivated it with a look of pants-shitting-fear wrapped across his face. Moments later he stood back with a combination of fear and guilt across his moronic little mug. The rest of the troopers around him each took a step in their assorted directions away
from him and put their weapons at ease as he whimpered a little and his combat trousers became wet and a wet trickle and the smell of pee slowly wafted away from him.
Without pause from this -brilliant- addition to a perfect moment he turned his attention back to Lord Shadowscythe and asked aloud "we destroyed that spitball of a moon?"
Lord Shadowscythe simply nodded in response.
"And killed off that deathsphere?"
Shadowscythe nodded again.
"And the cavoritie?"
Lord Shadowscythe nodded and pointed to the Samurai Veritech Fighter behind Lord Wardhead.
"Good, now lets get back to the Warstation, I've died once today and i really need a fucking drink and a shag!" He finished as he simply ploughed his way across the deck ignoring everything else around him and out of the exit to the main corridor, setting forth to the bridge like a cruise missile.
Being dead aside, today really was turning out to be the start of an awesome day.
(OOC - If I'm not mistaken, this is my first true post from Warheads point of view, of anyone has anything they would like to comment and criticize, feel free.