I feel like I'm interrupting the main plot with these posts, sorry.
*With much fear and anxiety, the seven secretaries step up to the study.*
Flee Runaway: I'm getting real tired of that alliteration.
Ted Thiefighter: It's just our new Emperor, what's to be worried about?
*Hiellenstiell knocks on the door. It is opened with the Force.*
Mart: It's good to be back, gentlemen, and it's good to see some of you once again.
*de Beholder, Thressix, MacTonne and Kain exchange glances with each other.*
Mart: Obviously, you've all been gone for a while, and I've also been gone for a while, and we're all reuniting for the first time since...
Flee Runaway: ...ever. I didn't exist until Tuesday at 1:42 PM.
Mart: Well, regardless, you're all here now. As I'm certain you're aware, given that you found my will, my brother Wart has perished. In fact, not only was he eaten by a whale, his soul was destroyed by Dr. Vincent Carbanzo's brother, which destroyed all of the timelines in which my brother's heinous scheme succeeded. I witnessed it all. Quite the spectacle. I liked the part where the mom died.
Barry MacTonne: I knew that Carbanzo guy would betray us! He was preoccupied with a multiversal threat at the Emperor Emeritus' wedding and always called the First Lady of the Senate "Reina"!
Essorith Thressix: And now his brother has murdered your brother! "Sins of the Father" is the law around here! We must seek revenge!
Mart: Silence. I am your Emperor now, and you will obey only me. I dislike Dr. Carbanzo, but we needn't antagonize him yet.
"Ayov" de Beholder: As Foreign Minister, I recommend-
Mart: You! You aren't doing any recommending around here anymore! I know all about your loyalties, and what you've been doing behind my back! I know how those IFPC fools kept on sneaking in here! I've always known! You have committed high treason!
"Ayov" de Beholder: Please, Your Highness-
Mart: I am to be addressed as "Majesty" now! I am your Emperor, your autocrat! And I shall be subverted no longer! I don't care what you think, and never have! The Gaian Empire is going to oppose the new Interrelation, and finally cut the strings of our pathetic puppet past!
Flee Runaway: Oh, there we go again... er, I certainly hope this aggressive behavior brings us into conflict with the IPCF!
Mart: I respect your enthusiasm, Commander Runaway, but we cannot bite the hand that feeds us. In spite of my predictions, Kooploz Enterprises is in a much better position than I anticipated, and the IPCF is being heralded as heroes against the Nightmare threat! While our economy has remained "pretty good" thanks to my style of governance, we are in no condition to usurp Frederick Kooploz! Though, fortunately, the de-Condemnation returned our vast military back here...
"Ayov" de Beholder: The only reason the IPCF is doing so well is because of that wet rock, "The Planet"!
Mart: Ah, yes, the Kingdom of Guardia. As I recall, you have history with that country...
"Ayov" de Beholder: It's how I got my nickname. When we were first invad- er, visiting The Planet to negotiate IFPC membership, the terrain was deemed too rugged for large warships such as ours, thus, Essorith and I dropped down in a minisub. When we surfaced, the uneducated populace called our vehicle "Aysov". Despite their broken English, I managed to conclude that "Aysov" meant "Small Underwater", which is an accurate description for a miniature submarine.
Ted Thiefighter: ...When did you go to Guardia, exactly?
*de Beholder ignores the question.*
"Ayov" de Beholder: Anyways, we made the mistake of bringing a small military, and so the ridiculously overpowered residents were able to force us into a deal- they would hold observer status in the IFPC, rather than be plundered. They weren't a "Fantastical" planet, obviously, so we had to keep them at a lesser status... regardless, the "Aysov" name stuck to me, though I would later alter it to "Ayov". Like the saying, you know? "Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder"? And believe me, there was beauty in my eye back there...
*A chuckle can be heard amongst the four former Fantastical fatcats. Mart is not amused.*
Mart: I won't tolerate that sort of behavior in my government.
*Mart ignites his lightsaber and points it at de Beholder's nonexistent groin.*
Mart: Another word out of you of that sort and I shall cut you down to size.
*de Beholder goes quiet. Mart deactivates the lightsaber and continues with his rant.*
Mart: But on the subject of the Kingdom of Guardia, we will soon begin... incorporating other planets into our empire... Gaia shall rule the entire galaxy by the time I am dead, and my expansion shan't be undone for at least a thousand years. But we have a problem that we must handle... I have long suspected that Yukon Cornelius' wretched, ungodly creations, the L.U.C.I.N.A. products, have infiltrated our planet. And, to unite this obviously fractured cabinet, I propose the common goal of aiding me in destroying the last traces of my fallen friend and foe.
Flee Runaway: In spite of your alliteration, I am itching to kill...
Ted Thiefighter: It is the Emperor's wish...
Alaric von Hiellenstiell: If it preserves Gaia, then it shall be done.
Barry MacTonne: I'm with Runaway on this one.
Essorith Thressix: Where'd Charles go?
"Ayov" de Beholder: You've left me with no choice, Your Majesty...
*Mart smiles.*
Mart: We shall reveal Wart's permanent death to the public on the fifteenth of February- they've been in the dark about the entire Nightmare Fleet. My public coronation shall be on that same day. On that anniversary of the Condemnation, a new era shall begin... the Martian Empire.