The lights in the main room go out, and the whispers of shadows and shades are heard. They grow louder and louder with each word
One of darkness, one of light. One must hope their eyes shine bright. One of darkness, one of order. Here to secure the galactic border. One is proud, one is humble. All of this universe will crumble. One of freedom, one of restriction. All are coming for the ones who freed him.
One of darkness, one of light. One must hope their eyes shine bright. One of darkness, one of order. Here to secure the galactic border. One is proud, one is humble. All of this universe will crumble. One of freedom, one of restriction. All are coming for the ones who freed him.
One of darkness, one of light. One must hope their eyes shine bright. One of darkness, one of order. Here to secure the galactic border. One is proud, one is humble. All of this universe will crumble. One of freedom, one of restriction. All are coming for the ones who freed him.
They begin spinning in a circle, blowing items around the room, the walls begin to creak, the windows shatter, all of the leaders are picked up and thrown around the room, the entire station shakes...and then....silence.
The lights flicker back on, and the only hint of the Executive's existance is his bowler sitting on his seat
