@harnessed-the-harness // ♥ [emperor verse]
If anyone had told him it would be this relatively easy, he would have done everything his way from the very start.
Sad, to think of all the time SIGMA had wasted, struggling to find things to re-enchant himself with the life he now lived, post-incarceration. So much time and potential poured into absolutely nothing at all. Joining TALON was a monumental setback under SIGMA’S stewardship– and yet under SIEBREN’S stricter discipline, now they receive all the things promised. And when he finally sets foot upon the COLONY once more to receive what was rightfully his, every fruit had been of his own labor– not SIGMA’S. As TALON began to take a better liking to SIEBREN instead for his combative prowess and superior performance within the field, SIGMA had been pushed further and further into the recesses of what had ultimately become just as much a prison in the metaphysical world as TALON was in the material world.
It had served him right; each and every success had been treated with only a stark, uncharacteristic indifference so very unlike his counterpart. As if nothing he achieved thereafter held any merit– it was only more fuel for the wildfire consuming him from within, burning everything he touches. By the time he had achieved what he truly desired, biting at the bit TALON had placed within his vicious mouth, his counterpart was already near-nonexistent. Hiding away from the atrocities he was committing by the day, the coward. The emotional abandonment only further feeds the vile, volatile beast of his ego, all-consuming and devouring any obstacle within his path. Without SIGMA’S moral restraint, all was now permissible.
And he’s insatiable, consuming destruction with reckless abandon.
His first course of action upon receiving council member status was to immediately part himself from the primary TALON facility he had spent the last few years growing stir-crazy within, instead setting his sights upon the COLONY he had retrieved the remainder of his research from a couple years prior. That would be his base of operations– far away from the wretched filth that had caused him so much grief over the last thirty years. Through SIEBREN’S tireless efforts and the new, expendable labor provided by his very own company of Enforcers, the COLONY is converted into an information hub, with thousands upon thousands of servers implemented for the archival of research and schematics– in addition to being fitted with newer, state-of-the-art surveillance equipment. Satellites, telescopes, and so much more– all at his command. He hardly has to lift a finger to get anything he wants; a constant stream of up-to-date, current information at his fingertips and a company of mindless drones to bring him anything he requested.
For the first time in thirty years, SIEBREN DE KUIPER has time to relax.
He resides in an atrium permanently overlooking the Earth, refitted to resemble a throne room of sorts to feed his delusions of grandeur and gargantuan ego. Settled upon this divine perch, with a mug of strong caramel coffee and a splash of expensive bourbon, SIEBREN allows his eyes to close as he basks in the midst of his accomplishments with gluttonous pride. It was perfect.
… Or rather, it would be, had an odd, stray point of light not appeared within the sterile safety of his atrium without warning. The distortion is immediately palpable the moment he sees the point of light appear, filling him with a stark sense of dread– it resembled the gravitational waves of something he had not sensed in years, and would have happily gone his whole life without re-experiencing. And just the same, there’s a flash of blinding light– but rather than re-witnessing all that had came after, SIEBREN is, instead, met with the sight of another.
Initially, he’s baffled as to who this could be– but as the figure turns to face him, he’s stunned as he’s met with the imposing, near mirror-image of himself. But the attire… The attire is so strange and militaristic.
It’s…. A little intimidating, to be met with such a foreboding-looking counterpart of himself.
“... Tch. You certainly know how to make an entrance.”
