⤷ ゛@viltrumited : 67 sender strikes receiver across the face .
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it was a fate no viltrumite wanted bestowed upon them; to be placed on a mission with conquest.
many saw it as some manner of punishment. that they'd wronged the general, angered the grand regent - why else would they be stuck with the empire's notoriously feral dog?
perhaps they were meant to be keeping tabs on one another. conquest didn't much care for the company of those he viewed as little more than children, but that did not mean he lacked respect. thena was competent for her age, capable of keeping up with this old man in ways that often outshone those around her. that's what he appreciates in a person; the same level of law, unbridled carnage.
it'd been him who broke mission parameters. he was guilty of it, habitually - destroying part of a planet the empire intended to harvest, killing more civilians than the number he'd been given.
it's why thena had to set her partner straight. the hand across his face alters the viltrumite's entire demeanor. lips twitch, then fall. it's anger that flashes, then disappointment in his own shortcomings. head bows, gaze lowered to the blood coagulating at their feet. the body he'd shoved his hand through is dropped, wet thump. ❝ my .. apologies. ❞
the tone of his voice, sullen. if she shared this information, kregg would be reprimanding him once home is returned to. jaw shifts, crooked teeth audibly grating. ❝ these people, they've got more fight than i anticipated. i'm letting my enjoyment get the better of me. ❞