Modemkill sat on a throne of metal, surrounded by walls of metal, lined with monitors, there was no aesthetic touch, wires hung from the walls, bare, pipes could be seen.
*Click*
Modem had been watching the Shadow Behemoth's little speech, he had spy bots everywhere, undetectable to the naked eye.
"Pitiful creatures..."
His voice was deep....dark...it sounded dry, but with an electronic tinge to it, Modemkill, Overlord of the CCM, which was the name the other races had given them, Cyborg Corpse Machines, It was fitting he supposed, Modem's entire body was crafted from technology, if there was any biological parts left, they could not be seen from the outside.
"They think that by banding together, they can stop me, they will all be assimilated, it is inevitable."
Modem tapped a few buttons on the arm of his chair with his cold, metallic hands, the image on the large screen switched to an overview of the forces he currently had in space, there were many ships, massive, hulking, monstrous titans, there were hundreds, they went on as far as the eye could see.
"Yes, foolish beast, bring them, bring them all, all of the races of this system will fall, just like the countless systems before, nothing can stop our expansion."
He smiled, a twisted, evil smile, his cold, black eyes narrowed.
"Besides....as you have proven to me...Numbers are not everything, I have a little....surprise for you...."
He started to laugh, quietly at first, but then turning into a long, maniacal laugh, full of malice and evil.
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