05-11-2011, 05:43 AM
ENTRY TWENTY-EIGHT
"Desaad!" commanded Darkseid. "Report!"
His servant slithered closer to the throne, his master's stern gaze evidencing the seriousness of the moment.
"Yes, m'Lord," Desaad replied, the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach the same as always in the presence of this planet's overlord.
"The Consortium transport has been destroyed, as you commanded, m'Lord," Desaad paused, afraid to scratch the itch on his chin.
"And the Tilkatan transport?" followed the immediate retort. "What of the Tilkatan ship?"
"Your forces have seized it, m'Lord," again, Desaad replied. "All proceeds as you predicted."
Darkseid stared into the depths of Desaad's soul.
"The Tilkatans will crave revenge, no doubt," Darkseid pondered aloud. "Dispatch more ships to the war zone to enforce the embargo against the Consortium vermin!"
"Aye, m'Lord," Desaad acknowledged in the most humble fashion that he could muster. "Aye."
"And what news do you bring to me of the Neohumans?" Darkseid inquired.
Desaad responded, "They seek technology, m'Lord."
"Are they allies of the Consortium?" the overlord asked?
"This remains an unknown factor in the galactic question, sire," Desaad quipped. "The Neohumans are an unknown.....commodity."
"Desaad!" commanded Darkseid. "Report!"
His servant slithered closer to the throne, his master's stern gaze evidencing the seriousness of the moment.
"Yes, m'Lord," Desaad replied, the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach the same as always in the presence of this planet's overlord.
"The Consortium transport has been destroyed, as you commanded, m'Lord," Desaad paused, afraid to scratch the itch on his chin.
"And the Tilkatan transport?" followed the immediate retort. "What of the Tilkatan ship?"
"Your forces have seized it, m'Lord," again, Desaad replied. "All proceeds as you predicted."
Darkseid stared into the depths of Desaad's soul.
"The Tilkatans will crave revenge, no doubt," Darkseid pondered aloud. "Dispatch more ships to the war zone to enforce the embargo against the Consortium vermin!"
"Aye, m'Lord," Desaad acknowledged in the most humble fashion that he could muster. "Aye."
"And what news do you bring to me of the Neohumans?" Darkseid inquired.
Desaad responded, "They seek technology, m'Lord."
"Are they allies of the Consortium?" the overlord asked?
"This remains an unknown factor in the galactic question, sire," Desaad quipped. "The Neohumans are an unknown.....commodity."