The Ghost Of Dredge
Character
"SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY!! WATCH ME GET IN THE RING WITH THE DURASTEEL DAGGER AND TEAR HIM UP!!" A man in a very tight leotard stood in the center of a ring holding a microphone and yelling at a crowd that was booing him.
"IM GONNA MERCY KILL'EM, I'M GONNA BREAK'EM, I'M GONNE RUN CIRCLES AROUND'EM!! THIS SUNDAY AT MONDAY NIGHT WAR PAY PER VIEW!!" The man continued to drone and build hype for this event.
The view panned out until it came into a very soggy and wet sewer line that had been furnished with a sofa, rug, and TV. And sitting on that couch wearing a "Jeremy the Jerk" professional wrestler T-shirt was Dredge sipping a canned soda with a straw and next to that was a tub of popcorn. You see Dredge wasn't like most vong, the vong had been here for hundreds of years and while most still clung to the old ways he was more open with things like technology and qualified as entertainment. While yes he was down for some good old fashioned torture there were only so many small intestines you could rip out before it got boring.
"Go Jarod!" He said as he sipped his cherry lime cola.
but at that moment two Graug entered the room one holding a datapad closed in on Dredge and spoke in a low and growling tone like most Graug do.
"My lord, something import-" Was all the Graug said before a small ping pong ball of fire with the kinetic force of a bullet slammed through the Graug's head causing him to fall to the floor dead.
"What did I say about interrupting me during my shows?" Dredge said to the one remaining Graug.
Dropping down to the floor the Graug stared down at the floor hoping that the fallen overlord wouldn't take his life.
"Forgive me my lord!! Shall I go!?" The Graug said quickly with a hint of fear. But Dredge let out a soft sigh and responded.
"No the immersion is already lost, might as well get on with this." He said as he bent over and picked up the data pad brushing off the brains and blood splattered on it.
Lifting up the datapad to his face Dredge began to read through what was presented to him, it was the file for a [member="Keira Ticon"] a high ranking member in the Red Ravens. The vong had made the sewers of Antecedent his home for the moment due to the process of making President Cryax Bane his Presidential Biznitch. So anyway that he could hurt Cryax he was going to do, and that meant hurting his friends.
"What's your name Graug?" Dredge asked as he skimmed the file still.
"Gruk, my lord!" He said in response.
"Well Gruk if I'm not mistaken we still have those orphans hostage, be a good sport and have one of our runner's bring one of their heads to Keira's doorstep with a note that says to meet at the Antecedent Convention Center at eight PM, or she will find body parts in her home that will leave her very frightened and down right confused." Dredge said with a serious voice tossing the data pad aside.
"Right away my lord!" Gruk said as he stood up to go do his lord's will.
In a few hours the Antecedent Convention Center would be completely empty and barren of people to the naked eyes inside and out. But a creeping oozing sense of the darkside could be felt radiating from it for miles. It was show time and tonight's main event was going to be a struggle for Keira's life and sanity.
"IM GONNA MERCY KILL'EM, I'M GONNA BREAK'EM, I'M GONNE RUN CIRCLES AROUND'EM!! THIS SUNDAY AT MONDAY NIGHT WAR PAY PER VIEW!!" The man continued to drone and build hype for this event.
The view panned out until it came into a very soggy and wet sewer line that had been furnished with a sofa, rug, and TV. And sitting on that couch wearing a "Jeremy the Jerk" professional wrestler T-shirt was Dredge sipping a canned soda with a straw and next to that was a tub of popcorn. You see Dredge wasn't like most vong, the vong had been here for hundreds of years and while most still clung to the old ways he was more open with things like technology and qualified as entertainment. While yes he was down for some good old fashioned torture there were only so many small intestines you could rip out before it got boring.
"Go Jarod!" He said as he sipped his cherry lime cola.
but at that moment two Graug entered the room one holding a datapad closed in on Dredge and spoke in a low and growling tone like most Graug do.
"My lord, something import-" Was all the Graug said before a small ping pong ball of fire with the kinetic force of a bullet slammed through the Graug's head causing him to fall to the floor dead.
"What did I say about interrupting me during my shows?" Dredge said to the one remaining Graug.
Dropping down to the floor the Graug stared down at the floor hoping that the fallen overlord wouldn't take his life.
"Forgive me my lord!! Shall I go!?" The Graug said quickly with a hint of fear. But Dredge let out a soft sigh and responded.
"No the immersion is already lost, might as well get on with this." He said as he bent over and picked up the data pad brushing off the brains and blood splattered on it.
Lifting up the datapad to his face Dredge began to read through what was presented to him, it was the file for a [member="Keira Ticon"] a high ranking member in the Red Ravens. The vong had made the sewers of Antecedent his home for the moment due to the process of making President Cryax Bane his Presidential Biznitch. So anyway that he could hurt Cryax he was going to do, and that meant hurting his friends.
"What's your name Graug?" Dredge asked as he skimmed the file still.
"Gruk, my lord!" He said in response.
"Well Gruk if I'm not mistaken we still have those orphans hostage, be a good sport and have one of our runner's bring one of their heads to Keira's doorstep with a note that says to meet at the Antecedent Convention Center at eight PM, or she will find body parts in her home that will leave her very frightened and down right confused." Dredge said with a serious voice tossing the data pad aside.
"Right away my lord!" Gruk said as he stood up to go do his lord's will.
In a few hours the Antecedent Convention Center would be completely empty and barren of people to the naked eyes inside and out. But a creeping oozing sense of the darkside could be felt radiating from it for miles. It was show time and tonight's main event was going to be a struggle for Keira's life and sanity.