Fiction:Planning

Dead Brain looked out the window. Dozens of Nero Slashers passed by the window, zooming at supersonic speeds. It was good to able to have control over the Imperium Sector. Those foolish little organics who'd tried to defend the sector...Dead Brain laughed to himself, gratting his serrated blade-like fingers together. This universe would soon be freed of the disgusting plague of slime that was organics. And then, perfection could sieze hold and restore the universe to what it was meant to be.

"Sir." A metallic emotionless voice said. Dead Brain turned, focusing his glowing red optics on an Rereon standing before him. These robots were the Elite Soldiers of the Core Empire and would be promoted to a Weapon of Pyramid, had Pyramid still been in charge of the Core Empire. Dead glowered. He'd hoped to dispose of that stupid computer mainframe, but it was connected to all the Core Empire's technology and Units, and if it was destroyed, everything would shut down. So, Dead Brain was just glad to turn Pyramid into a unintelligent mainframe, still alive, but no longer being in charge of the Empire. Of course, it had the side effect of transforming every Unit in mindless drones, but in truth, Dead Brain liked them better that way.

"Report." Dead Brain hissed, scratching his blade fingers together in anticipation.

"The Units are still stationed on Ronia, awaiting your order to emerge and destroy that world. "