Evil Triumphant?

[morphmasters]

The year? 2029 CE (or AD, for you sticklers to tradition).

The setting? Planet Earth's moon: more specifically, the large and glitzy palace that first appeared in the late 20th century. It was demolished years ago, and until the last decade it was little more than ruins invisible to all but the strongest of telescopes. Now it stands again as a symbol of the glorious victories of evil.

Gathered in the highest room at the top of the tallest tower, Earth's enemies consider the next step. One in particular, a very welcome villain returned from his twist in time, has his staff held aloft as he takes aim. It takes serious concentration to throw a staff all the way through the space between the moon and the earth and hit a specific place, you see. Even more when you consider that the moon and the earth are in different places in relation to each other every day.

It has now been two months since the defeat of Earth's remaining Power Rangers. In the intervening time, the villains have enjoyed champagne, parties, and squabbles over the remaining fun sectors of the palace. The loyal grunts have spent their time cracking the last few defenses the Rangers left behind, underpaid and unrewarded for their hard work, but the job is complete. Today, at last, the villains can begin their greatest assault.

"We're through with waiting! The Power Rangers have been destroyed! Earth is ours, this is our moment!" The voice vibrates through the throne room, its dark growl striking a chord of terror in absolutely no one.

"To evil!" sounds a chorus of voices. The sound of many drinking glasses clinking together soon follows.

"No, you incompetent buffons, that was not an invitation to toast! We've done quite enough of that. May we please save the celebration until AFTER we ensure our victory?" The emperor of evil, quite frustrated with his subjects, swings his staff against the wall. The force from his unusual exoskeleton's strength causes the pillar to vibrate and some choice items to fall from the shelves. One knocks a lever, opening the door to all of time and space. What can come from the portal?

You, the newest terrors to the city, make your grand entrance to the hall of villains. The skinless emperor from before stands menacingly at his throne as you're greeted by the face of a witch, his dear wife. Or perhaps, more accurately, you're greeted by the large cones mounted to her front as she attempts to tower over the recruits, shaking with fury. "These can't be the best we can get!"

[ooc: And this post is for the villains' side! Question your emperor and empress, fight them, go with them. It's all up to you. Whatever you choose, you'll know that there's a defenseless city just waiting to be conquered.]

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[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Hyaaa ha ha ha ha!"

Zetta, of course, strode in with power splashing about his feet, and his cape and hair both streaming out behind him in the wake of his own mana.

"So, you're the ones completely unable to conquer this backwater dustball of a human world, huh?"

[morphmasters]

"This world is already in our grasp! We've been allowing these humans to cower in terror, waiting for the day we strike it down. It's all for the taking, I assure you---but the newest recruits will be getting a small slice of the pie. Sorry, that's how it goes."

Rita was all business now, delighted, gleeful business. They were finally destroying the Earth! They'd waited just because they wanted to, right?

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"....Right," said Zetta, who despite his idiocy had enough genre-savvy to grasp the situation perfectly, and might as well have just donned a T-shirt that stated I AM GOING TO BETRAY YOU in large neon letters. "I assume I'll be allowed to retain my skin?"

[morphmasters]

"Of course! We wouldn't want our villains hindered on their quest," Rita said dismissively. "You understand how to crush them, don't you?"

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Right now, I'm thinking a horde of low-level minions which gives them ample opportunity to demonstrate their combat prowess, before turning said minions into a giant city-ending titan that will crush their hopes."

Somehow, the idea had just come to him.

[morphmasters]

"How delightfully cruel, I love it! You'll fit in just fine," Rita assured him. "Now go, and don't delay!"

She pointed out the viewing window unhelpfully.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Right, I'll head there now," Zetta said, heading for the window as he drew back his fist, apparently intent on punching through it to be on his way. (He won't really, he's just being a jerk.)

[morphmasters]

Rita responded by pointing around the window to the balcony, where no barrier was present. "No, I will not be cleaning this glass again! Go now, and let us conquer."

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Right," said Zetta with a smirk, as he left the window behind to head for the balcony.

[nize_hat]

Maxim? He got pitched in from someplace. Or fell in. Either way, he still had his hat--which, when you're a Jägermonster, is all that matters.

He listened in for a few moments, clapping his hat back on his head with his prosthetic hand, and then straightened up.

"So, vat are ve doink? Are ve destroyink dis place, or are ve conquerink it?"

Not that it made a terrible amount of difference either way, he just wanted to be clear on what the plan was.

[morphmasters]

"Conquer! Destroy as much of humanity as you can. Then we'll see about dividing the spoils. Earth will be a nice vacation home, visible from our own front yard." Rita sounded excited. She was going to get the best pieces of land, of course.

[nize_hat]

Destroy humanity? That, Maxim wasn't too sure about. After all, it might be distant past to him, but he'd started out as a human, once.

Best not to point that out. He pushed his hat up slightly, and spread his hands.

"Hall right. Conquerink it is." Then he raised a brow high at the lady. "Vat, hyu don' need liddle kustodians or zumddink? Hyu don' trust chust hennyone to take kare uf de vacation home, right?"

Maxim grinned, then, showing a mouthful of sharp teeth. "Or iz dat gunna be my job at zum point?"

[morphmasters]

"Only if you fail to behave yourself! Now come along, we have some leveling to do. Those mountains will be an excellent parking lot," she mumbled to herself, bustling off to make preparations. She'd allow him time to talk, or perhaps pester her or someone else for answers.

[nize_hat]

"Ho, my liddle nokledi, Hy alvays behef myself!" Maxim grinned again. "So, parkink lot. Vat vill ve be parkink dere, eh? Death machines? Maybe ve schould level it for a schtatue of hyu instead?"

Flattery couldn't hurt, could it?

[morphmasters]

"A what of what? Speak up!" Rita ordered, looking quite irritated now. Honestly, this one was going to give her a headache if she tried too hard to understand.

[moves_like_jaeger]

"A STATUE!" Maxim yelled. Well, that definitely got past the speech impediment, or whatever it was. Hey, it was hard talking with inch-long fangs in your mouth, okay?

He bent down on one knee in proper reverence, sweeping his hat off his head.

"Hy deed not mean to uffend, my lady. But hyu deserff zumddink like dat, so hall de vorld kan see you beauty! A tribute to de vision hyu are!"

By now, he was kind of laying it on with a trowel.

[morphmasters]

Now there was an idea she liked. Rita clapped, a booming sound. She liked this one already!

"Yes, excellent, excellent! It had better be perfect! But let's get to work, now, shall we?"