Mark Kaine frantically whacked his communicator on the side.
"Work, Damn you!!!"
He was answered with a black screen, and several non-responsive buttons. The disgraced Captain needed help, and fast. Eating dinner at his villa with a date, his communicator beeped. He had stepped out of the room, then looked down at the console. It went black. Mark sighed, then entered the dining room again.
"Awww, sonuvabitch."
His date, an attractive woman, blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes, lay on the floor, blood seeping from the cut on her throat. The former Commander put his hand on his Liberty Navy "Liberator" pistol, and pulled it out of the specially designed holster resting on his right hip. This was the same pistol that had been issued to him, way back when he was a Lieutenant in the Navy.
"Computer, Red Alert. Lockdown the building."
"Yes, Mark. All exits are shut. Motion detectors on. Shall I power up the defense droids?"
"Yes, Computer."
A door slid open near the now overturned table. Several 4-foot tall robots rolled out, armed with every conceivable weapon.
A crack resounded through the building.
"What the hell was that?"
I am a long-absent Supreme Commander, Executive Commander, Grand Admiral, Fleet Admiral, and Captain in the mighty Hellfire Legion. I have returned, and am on an urgent mission from Drake Thastus to return the Legion to its former glory, and to claim the galaxy for its own. Only then will I be able to rest.
RP Story (Still deciding whether or not to finish)
