
"Nefarian Trooper Third Class Rivet reporting for duty!"
No matter how much thier programming told them it was a natural occurance, the troopers could hardly believe the sight of it. The troublesome Lombax rebel, wearing the armor indicative of their great Emperor, saluting them and accepting her place as a lowly Squishy.
"Ah...yes...Rivet..." The trooper's eyes scanned the Lombax for any sign of fraud in her smile. "It is great to see you have finally accepted the rule of our glorious Emperor."
"Yes Mam, and it's a pleasure to finally be on the winning side. Not to mention the only side that matters."
"Of course. Well...for now just go take inventory on those crates of shackles. That shouldn't be too hard for you."
"I'll work my Squishy brain to no end for the good of the Emperor." Rivet kept her bubbly smile as she turned about and marched off in the direction of the crates. The troopers kept thier distance but listened close as they looked for any sign of discontent in the former rebel. But all they could hear was the tune of their favorite song (as determined by Emperor Nefarious that week) on the joys of tireless servitude.
No matter how much thier programming told them it was a natural occurance, the troopers could hardly believe the sight of it. The troublesome Lombax rebel, wearing the armor indicative of their great Emperor, saluting them and accepting her place as a lowly Squishy.
"Ah...yes...Rivet..." The trooper's eyes scanned the Lombax for any sign of fraud in her smile. "It is great to see you have finally accepted the rule of our glorious Emperor."
"Yes Mam, and it's a pleasure to finally be on the winning side. Not to mention the only side that matters."
"Of course. Well...for now just go take inventory on those crates of shackles. That shouldn't be too hard for you."
"I'll work my Squishy brain to no end for the good of the Emperor." Rivet kept her bubbly smile as she turned about and marched off in the direction of the crates. The troopers kept thier distance but listened close as they looked for any sign of discontent in the former rebel. But all they could hear was the tune of their favorite song (as determined by Emperor Nefarious that week) on the joys of tireless servitude.
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