Hello, people of the universe. I am Ferdinand Len Dracon of the ones until recently called the nameless. We joined this galaxy less than two weeks ago, and over that period of time, have faced war, death devastation, and horror. I must say, we feel quite honored that you'd make us feel so comfortable as to recreate our past surroundings. Our past is part of the message I wish to convey to you tonight. You see, we come from an entirely different universe. Our universe was ruled by a giant empire, and we were warriors of it. The story really begins here. Roll Clip!!
"Servants of the empire! Today is a glorious day."
That's General Arnold Lionax. He's bad news, and the brother of the emperor.
"Today, we continue our empire's policy of cleansing. Today, order 121339547589 has been issued. As of today, all orcs are a savage race and will be exterminated. This is due to them being a lesser species; dumb, slow and violent."
"Cough*Bullshit*Cough."
"Excuse me?"
"That's bullshit. Horse Crap. Dog doo-doo. You get the drift."
"WHAT? I should do you for treason!"
"I'm just saying. I've had plenty of trolls serve under me, and they haven't been any of those things except for violent, when the time is right."
"What do you mean by this?! You... Oh, I see."
"See what?"
"You're a Dracon. With your blood, it's no surprise you'd be treasonous."
WHAM
"MY FATHER IS NOT ME, AND I AM NOT MY FATHER!!!"
"Get back! GUARD!"
"I challenge you to a duel of knives."
"You're a madman!"
"Will you accept my challenge, or would you rather dishonor your family... and the emperor?"
"Uhhh.... AHHHH!!"
SLASH CLINK RIP WHOOSH CLINK
"Shoot this dog, who threatens imperial blood!"
"With pleasure."
BLAM
"ohhhh"
Gurgle
"Blimey! What'll I tell the Emperor?"
"You'll tell him nothing."
Stop Clip!
I'll continue from there. You see, the emperor is not a forgiving man, nor is he an honorable one. He tricked me and my army into going near a wormhole, then had a fleet shoot us in for refusal to obey orders. From what I have picked up, we went in at almost the same time as one Walter Ego, who was intent on reaping the rewards of a new universe. We have camped on our flagship for a while, and made temporary bases on ego's now barren planets. We have gotten involved in conflicts with a man named Paco, and are now finally ready to settle down and start anew.
We have settled on planets once belonging to a Nyphilis empire or something of the sort. And so begins the existence of
The Wanderers.
