Aquatic Evils

Let's begin.

"Was the mission a success?" The inquiry comes from the front of the room, where a man stands in the deepest shadows of the room, as though the windows had been shaded in such a manner for that explicit purpose.

"Of course, your lordship. Everything went exactly as you intended, if not even smoother than expected." The response comes from a smaller, kneeling man, wearing the same dark, inky blue uniform as the rest of his small squadron, some of whom are holding a boy, bound tightly by dripping seaweed.

The shrouded figure gives a subtle nod and the restrained boy is carried off to the adjoining prison, green headphones glinting in the meager light available.

The man who had spoken continues to kneel, with his head down respectfully, afraid of accidentally incurring the wrath of the superior officer before him.

"On your feet, soldier."

He does as he's told, attempting and generally failing to hide his nearly manic quivering, hoping and praying to whatever gods there may be that are still listening, Notch or Herobrine or anyone, that can perhaps save him from the consequences of whatever mistake he has made.

"You've done well. This was a difficult task, to kidnap an Earthling, and a specific one at that, and you and your team seem to have flourished in the process."

The man nods quickly, continuing to intensely study every fiber of the intricate rug beneath his boots, rather than meet the eyes of his superior and risk antagonizing him unintentionally.

"I'll see to it that you're all commended and promoted. I guarantee you'll be at least a captain, with your own platoon to command. Your salaries will be raised accordingly, and your families allocated the best housing we can provide them."

Now his eyes are up, wide with disbelief. "Sire, that's… so generous of you… I… I… thank you, my lord!" He's groveling now, attempting to convey his feelings.

The 'lord' smiles a bit, showing off shiny, sharp teeth rooted by bluish gums in the dimmed light. "No need to grovel, soldier—I mean, captain. You're all dismissed."

The squadron leaves hastily once dismissed; they're terrified of accidentally tainting the amazing fortune they've been gifted, allowing their superior to turn away from the main chamber he uses to address his underlings and enter into his private quarters, where he orders a servant to quickly draw him a warm bath. His mind is still on the prisoner brought back by the team, as well as what, or rather, who, the boy himself would draw into the trap, who would be ready to put themselves on the line to 'save' their world. The four fragments were no longer of concern at this point, not when five wholes could be captured and used for even more than the fragments, separately or put back together.

Soon... soon they will be forced to return… and with their power, the world will be great.

And it will all be mine…

The start of a whole new Aquatic Evils. Hope you enjoy, and there's more to come down the road.

~R