Was it just him or was everyone looking at him weird? As he looked around, his Watchdogs were indeed staring at him like he had two eyes (like a human or normal creature). He was guessing he had a red bloodshot eye from lack of sleep, but that never really made them all look at him like this. The looked like they were watching him because he had a sign on his back... He didn't, just so you know because he changed his suit earlier.

"Um, sir!" A Watchdog said as he suddenly stepped away from his post.

"Yes, underling," Peepers said as he stopped his walking.

"Here is the next location Lord Hater wishes you to strategize for," The Watchdog said as he passed over the paper on the planet.

Planet Awesome? Why would Lord Hater want to take over that planet again? Was it a revenge plot again?! He thought he told his boss that revenge would get them nowhere in the galaxies, sure it would probably gain a planet to rule (if Wander didn't screw that up somehow) but it would alert nearby planets of upcoming threats! It was obviously a stupid idea to even go near it, Emperor Awesome may be headstrong but he knows Lord Hater was a threat and would warn other planets of his coming. Good thing he was tactician, right?

He sighed as he took whole thing in at least six times before deciding that no matter what (Wander or not) this planet was going to kick their hides, Emperor Awesome was going to feast on Watchdogs if they go...

"Commander Peepers," A deep voice said with little emotion.

He looked up to see a red and black cloak with yellow bolts on the heads sides looking down at him.

Lord Hater.

"I see you got our next location information," His boss said, "I wasn't sure if the Watchdogs had gotten it so I came down personally. Looks like I didn't need to after all."

He hissed at that, "My Watchdogs delivered it to me was ease, sir."

Lord Hater smiled slightly, not one that dared him to say another word, but one with slight delight. Lord Hater never smiled like this before.

"Oh, Commander, it's not that I don't trust your warriors, it's just I expect full cooperation and loyalty."

"They haven't been doing so?" Peepers asked in astonishment, his men were slacking in work?

"No, in fact, they've done exactly what they are here to do," Hater said and raised good index finger in a know-it-all way, "Listen, obey, and follow."

Peepers listened closely to the last three words. Listen, obey, follow. Why so much emphasis on the "follow?"

"... Anyways, sir," Peepers said as he looked up fully again, "About the revenge fleet on Planet Awesome..."

Lord Hater hummed as he listened to Peepers, no need to focus that hard on him as he was the only one talking since the warlord walked in.

"I think it's not something we can afford," Peepers said as he looked gravely at his information, "By my calculations, we would have less then 6% of a chance, sir. Emperor Awesome would have increased his defensive systems and nearby planets would be helping him. That shark has a way with words even if they are slurred and crude."

He watched his boss raise his hand under his chin and scratched it, thinking of what he just said. It was all true, if he and his Watchdogs were to get into a spoil with the Awesome army, they would be flatter then the food on this ship.

"I must concur with what your saying, Peepers..." Lord Hater said, surprising the one eyed commander, "But what about if we have guns pointed at the planet from our ship?"

"They would be deflected, sir," Peepers said, "Emperor Awesome has a bubble shield."

At the word "bubble", guess you floated by in his bubble? You could guess it. But the two floaters didn't pay so much attention to their ship.

Lord Hater grabbed the paper and read, "...Yes, it seems they do."

He smiled on the inside, finally he was getting somewhere with his status. He was a great tactician running in the title Commander. Usually Lord Hater would separate Commander and Tactician into two different roles but he combined them just for Peepers.

"We will try another way," Lord Hater said.

Peepers was shocked, had he not been listening?!

"After another planet I had in mind," Lord Hater said suddenly.

Oh... that was more like it. If this planet was anything like the Awesome army, they could put their tails between their legs and scurry away before they even land a hit. He was handed another paper almost instant after that thought, Planet Dixton? By the look on these charts, this planet has grown lax in security because they sat in the edge of space, away from any important or major planets.

"I could definitely create a strategy for this planet..." Peepers said as he smirked in his head.

-Break-

It was still the very same day but much later, Peepers was sitting in his studies looking for possible time saving weapons that could make them win the planet quickly. Planet Dixon seemed like nothing; low security, one third of the planet knew how to fight, they had constant festivals, metals and explosives were hard to find on this planet (even in the army) and they had zero ships to fly or sail by. A pathetic and cocky planet if you asked him.

Well, a simply hundred Watchdogs armed with stun and ice blasters should do and the rest of the army to attack the people who dared to stand up against them would do, he could even have the ship's cannons locked on the castle of the planet for fun.

He was finished, and it only toke him two hours... geez, he had nothing to do.

He wanted to actually wanted a challenge... something to pose a threat against them. Why would Lord Hater give him a task to make a strategy for... this planet! He could have taken a wild guess at it himself.

He shifted in his seat and straightened his paperwork for the seventh time and he checked over every document he needed to sign or stamp and cringed. He had none he needed to finish. What a wast...

He walked from his studies to his room and on his room, the Watchdogs watched him the whole time. As he slipped into his room (the weird feeling vanished quickly), he walked past his mirror and rubbed his eye tired... What the?!

He stepped back in front of the mirror and read what was written in white out on his black suit, "Property of your Lord and ruler, do NOT TOUCH!"

He growled... Lord Hater was making fun of him as the earlier statement replayed in his overworked brain.

"Listen, obey, and follow."

Two could play at this game... He stomped to his bed and wrote over his earlier strategy for Planet Dixon...

Note to Lord Hater: He was no push over.