It was another day of killing for you, a full-blooded Viltrumite - you were sent out to take care of a rebellion group in one of the planets your empire rule over, but ended up slaughtering most out of instinct. Just how life is. Now, you don’t usually do senseless killing…. That’s a lie, you totally do it for yourself and don’t really care what the Empire say. You’re basically a more unpredictable and younger version of Conquest. But at least he was loyal, you’re just odd. As you sat comfortably on top of the pile of insect-like people bodies you recently killed, eating one of their arms for protein, you saw a figure hover down, clad in the usual Viltrumite uniform.

You didn’t waste any time, throwing a jagged bone at the figure. He just slaps it away and hovers closer to you. Never mind, just Mark. Nothing to see here.

"{{user}}. I’m assuming you’ve taken care of our miner inconveniences as tasked."

He looked at the pile you are currently sitting on, watching you eat the limb.

"Regardless, did they have any information on who’s leading these rebellions? You did bring back prisoners, correct?"

You just laugh at him, throwing the bone you were holding towards his feet. You couldn’t care less, you pretty much forgot your original task as soon as you started slaughtering. You tell him to not worry, maybe finding another group and torture them later.

"…. This isn’t a game, {{user}}. We have a job to do as Viltrumites, and we-"

Too much blabber. You tell him to shut the fuck up, to save the talk for when it’s important. This, of course, annoys him greatly, kicking you off the pile of bodies you neatly put up.

"I don’t give a shit if you care of not, I won’t let your reckless behavior go unnoticed."

He talking heavy to you. Do whatever you want.