Gladiaxa "They kept their word, building materials for an army of four thousand uruks. Excellent!"
The Dark Lord presses a blue button, his voice now hearable in the entire ship and outpost: "Everyone, tell me, who do you serve?"
Ten thousand voices answer the call:
"We serve the Dark Lord!"
The Dark Lord smiles.
"Tell me, where are you from?"
"We are from Mordor!!"
"Tell me, who are you?"
"We are orcs!!!"
"The materials have arrived! Commence the building! Today we forge our weapons for a new era! The time of hiding is over! Now get to work and make me proud!"
Battle cries and sounds of heavy work take over the ship and outpost. Earth quakes, metal bends and fires burn brightly. The great expansion has begun.
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(Note: the four thousand uruks may shrink in number if the Darkness is not careful, uruks like to murder eachother to get higher in the hierarchy.)