Pseudo sat back in his chair. He had a thoughtful look on his face. "Who is the strong energy source that cloaks their Identity from me? And why hasn't the mutant's energy signature moved in an hour? And why the blazes did the orange lizard want to know where my wine is. I am ill at ease with these things." The Time Bender took a drink, then chuckled. "Oh well...only one of them has potential to stop me, and he's drunk off his arse! Too bad none of them know what I have in store next. Too bad they're fighting some silly war to notice. I could strike at any time, but I'll linger till the mutant has done its job."
Havering sneered as he sat back. "There's a lack of a certain energy source... Miss Luna...too bad, you can't rally the gods and goddesses to stop me. What? You say they're too drained to wake up? Too bad!" the Twilighter laughed cruel laughter, the sound echoing through the hallways of the castle.
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The mutant growled. Some new food source was drawing near. It smiled a toothy grin and waited. A hydralisk drew near, but couldn't even scream as a claw pieced its back and lungs. Slowly it was drawn into a nearby bush and devoured in a messy fashion. Mind control was beyond its primitive brain. It only knew the basic survival instinct, and hunger, and its hunger never seemed to decrease. It still wanted more, and it wasn't going to stop for anything.
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Vaurix raised a metallic eyebrow. It was a calm day, but something didn't feel right. He raised an arm, putting out a minature blaster. A blue shot blazed out and vaporized a nearby bush. Vaurix shook his head. "Musta been a squirrel. Be damn safer if the boss had killed off that freak and not let it roam. Now I'm gettin creeped." The robot shook his head, then deactivated the blaster and got back to his rounds of the town walls. He signaled to Ratch that he had seen nothing. Did the boss really hold that much of an edge? Was he really now immortal? Why did he think the Agent had an edge the others didn't? Vaurix wondered these and many more questions arose as he walked on.
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Pseudo chuckled as he shifted the contents of his snifter. It was all too clear now- eliminate Multex, eliminate the problem. He knew that drunk, the Agent posed less a threat against the Zerg forces than he would sober. Heck, he might even give the edge to the Protoss should he join. But drunk was another story. Drunk he would be a bit off in focusing, which would mean he would only hit the targets in his immediate sight. His back would be wide open.
"Well, here's to putting up a good fight, as you no doubt shall." Havering raised his glass in a toast, then drank an ample amount then lowered the glass. The Time Bender smirked. All was going according to plan. Even that foolish archon was playing his evil ways right into his hand. And knowing the fool's rage, he would be for a long time. When was the key question. When should he strike? Too early, and the pieces would not fit the puzzle. Too late and he'd miss his chance. He decided, once again, that the best time was right after the mutant had done its job.
Pseudo was very flexible, so whatever came his way, as long has he had his clear thought train, he would prevail.