There is an audible click and a hologram projects up from the apparatus and flickers to life. The unmistakable figure of a Terrorkhan Lieutenant is seen speaking urgently into a device aboard a dropship.
“This is Terrorkhan Lieutenant Th0rn! Get me Lord Warhead right fucking now! It's about the missing shard on Planet New Yor-" The feed cuts and the hologram freezes as static overtakes the image.
“That’s it?” Warhead demanded, stepping toward the fading hologram as if expecting it to say more.
“He mentioned something about a shard? What happened with it?”
"We still don't know my lord," stated the officer calmly. "Lieutenant Th0rn was tasked to pick up the Warhead shard that our troops discovered abandoned in the streets. We believe it was originally stolen by the Trattorians some years ago."
“Fucking Trattorians. Even in oblivion they remain to be a pain in my ass.” Warhead grumbled. He stared into the space that the hologram once inhabited, when suddenly he remembered something.
“Efferus….” Warhead muttered before turning to the officer,
“wasn’t Bawss Efferus in charge of the raid on New York? What happened to that big bastard?”
“Dead as far as we know,” the crewman said, “that initial planet-splitting explosion killed millions. not even Efferus could have survived that, sir.”
“And yet the Brootalz are using it as a base of operations so Brikthulu knows what else could have survived. Bah! No matter." Warhead paces toward the edge of the room dismissively, new purpose burning in his eyes.
"Looks like we’re going into the belly of the beast. Alert the troops onboard and keep the fleet on standby.”
“Sir? I can’t recommend a full-scale attack on a Brootal scrapworld such as ‘New Ork’."
"Intel has warned us of the sheer number of orbital guns they’ve installed, let alone the countless orkoids planetwide—”
"--
Hrrrkkk!"
Warhead was on the officer in an instant. He wrapped a single hand around the minifig’s throat and effortlessly hoisted him into the air.
“Look here button-masher, I know you’re new so I’ll let you off easy."
"I’ve been doing this almost longer than I’ve been shaggin’ your mom and I sure as hell know what I’m doing in both regards.” He pauses to listen to the officer struggle to breathe before continuing,
“I’m going to personally gather a small force of special operations to sneak onto the planet and learn all they can on the whereabouts of my missing shard."
"After that, regardless if we find the shard or not, I’m ordering the fleet to blow that fucking planet up for good. That sound like a plan to you?”
Warhead released the young officer and he practically collapsed to the floor while gasping for the sweet recycled air of the ship. “Y-y-yes my lord! …Forgive me, I was simply… reading the statistics, sir.”
“Statistics don’t mean shit to me, kid."
Because I am motherfucking Warhead!”
/end part 1 of 3
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