Thread: Bound to the Warlord of the Stars (MasterOfWhispers and Pink Nightmare).

It was Ten at Night when Victor Conrad had finally finished making his preparations for his welcoming ceremony. The Tall and lean Dark Haired man with Green eyes had decided to get some sleep for the night. However, before he would do so he had decided to make a quick trip to the Sleeve Storage Chamber to decide upon what to wear. for tomorrow's festivities. It had been ten days since he and his army of clones and androids had managed take over the Kingdom of Azaaca, a quiet and quaint kingdom in the Amani archipelago. Like most conquests in this primitive planet, it was remarkably easy to do. His method was destructive yet simple. Designed not ultimately demoralize and shatter the spirit of the Kingdom. He launched missiles and send drones to the Wizard Towers located around the Kingdom to disable any high scale magic the Kingdom has for its defenses. Have his Clone Soldiers massacre the Azaacan Army of Master Swordsmen, Archers and spear man. Torch the farms and ports of the Kingdom. He even set up a blockade to prevent any neighboring Kingdom from intervening. Not that they could anyway. Victor like most of his kind came from a space fairing civilization with technology millions of years a head of any civilization or country of this planet. Any military threat countries int this world posed to him and his old comrades was non-existent at worst and meager at best. Seeing the threat his Kingdom had faced, the King Azaaca had quickly surrendered to him and was quick to submit his crown to him and after refining a few details to their new relationship an upcoming ceremony was planned for tomorrow which would have the King surrender his crown and the rights of his nation over to him. Ada, is that new body ready for use yet. Victor said as he entered the Sleeve storage chamber. The chamber was large with several giant cylinder pods all over the room. Each of the pods contained bodies that Victor had grown and customized over the years since he and his former comrades had crash landed on this planet. The New body you have created is almost ready. A voice over the loud speaker said. Victor smiled as he approached a green colored pod at the corner of the room. The new body had customized and grown was something he had on his mind for a while. It was body type he hadn't used for in ages. Having only favored it during the Third Milky Way War. It was Very broad, Muscular, with Brown hair and red eyes. It had partial cybernetic augmentations in the form of the red eyes. Which was standard for all the bodies he uses. As he had needed cybernetic eyes in order to quickly gather environmental data and read up on social cues when dealing with New peoples and cultures. How long? Five hours. Ada responded. Victor smiled at that. A new body to try out, not to mention a new country of his own to claim. Life certainly had started to improve ever since he had left Admiral Marlow and the rest of the 52nd fleet and strike out on his own. What phases are left? Finalizing the Cerebral control system by getting rid of any bugs in the OS as well as doing a final remote test drive of the body to make sure the make sure all motor functions are green. Good. Victor said. His eyes glancing at his new sleeve. Do you think she'll like this body? I have zero understanding of how Female Elves react to human beauty. But judging from this body's previous test I have run, I am sure she'll be satisfied. Oh, I'm looking forward to her reaction. Victor responded with a savage smile. It was noon, when the Victor's Flagship The Iron Merman found port over at the Azaaca's capital. At the port he was greeted by the King's emissaries as well as a contingent of his own troops. All of them clad in their usual steel grey body armor and the faces obscured by the helmets and visors. Greetings Lord Conrad. The Emissary said with a polite smile. The Elven ambassador was dressed in a red and blue robe and sporting sandals. He was surrounded by a couple of others elves. Woman dressed in rather exotic clothing with bright colors and showing off a lot skin. Men dressed in what Victor could surmise as ceremonial armor made of gold. IT was far different from what Victor was wearing on his new body, which was his standard formal grey over coat sand round cap and the two androids that were accompanying him, both of them sporting guns and shiny new sheen on their entire body. Greetings to you Emissary Brand. Victor replied, shooting him a smile in return. Has your trip been pleasant? It was very productive. I've managed to finish this new body on the way to the capital. A new body you say? It looks very strong. Very commanding. I'm sure the princess will be excited. Brand said with a deceptively warm tone to his voice. Victor wasn't so easily fooled with the warm tone. The social reader installed in his cybernetic eye told him all as much. The man was obviously doing everything to contain his hatred for the Transhuman who shattered the fabric of the society he lived in. Still the ambassador before him had decided to suppress his anger and guide him to through the city. The city itself seemed to be recovering, mainly due to the clone trooper and androids he had stationed helping out with the rebuilding. During the final stages of the invasion, Victor had managed to sneak in several of his droids and bombed several key locations in the city. Locations that hindered its function and left the city open for his Clone troopers to entered and take the castle. Many of the peasantry he a saw on the street seemed had already grown accustomed to their new rulers. Simply going about their business. It took twenty minutes to reach the caste, and when they did, Victor had noticed group of people gathered around the front entrance. All of whom were dressed in the finest of silks and jewelry. All of whom were gazing at Victor apprehensively. One Hundred Lords? Victor said, looking on at the group with confusion. They've seen and heard of what your kind had done to some of the Main Land Nations. They know that submitting to a Warlord of the Stars would ensure that they don't see the same fate as their counterparts in other lands. Makes my job easier then. Victor simply responded. As much as he loathed the 53rd fleet. The persistent need to bring nations under their control did make some of the military campaigns he engaged in easier. The entourage entered the castle, walking the hallways silently, until they finally reached the door of the throne room. Your throne awaits. Brant said, opening the door. Victors eyes widened as he was greeted with the sight of more nobles standing the throne as well as the King standing there with his crown in hand. Victor noticed his hands were shaking. Welcome. The King said. Victor simply smirked and took a step forward, Ready to be received by the King.