With an awfully inhuman sounding thud, Fluffie gets to meet the floor. Managing to stand up (barely), he feels a bit weak and battered. His eyes close and the M.P.A. agent stays perfectly still, ignoring the mayhem around him.
Rommey Protocol... Activated.
His costume changes, Fluffie taking on the form of a very Star Wars looking Darth Vader, only much sexier. Still holding the Broadsword, he doesn't bother drawing his Kipsabre. Nodding a silent, gracious and probably unnoted good bye to the Dark One, he appears in a flash of light...
...reappearing on the bridge of his Command Carrier, happily orbitting the planet. Taking a few steps he moves onto the perfect command location, turning his head only ever so slightly to face the communications people.
"Get our Dreadnaughts and Concordats on the line. We got some peep to **** with."
"Lord Fluffie! Certainly!"
Around the grand Carrier, several smaller (yet still impressively large) vessels take up positions, charge their weaponry and acquire their target. Trying really hard not to giggle, for that is what he would usually do at times like these, Fluffie just eyes the monitor showing the fight going on down below. Hoping that his sudden allies would be able to take care of himself, he raises his hand and gives the order to fire.
Due to some impossible and unnatural laws of physics messing with the sky, the clouds above the Dark One seem to be sucked upward for a few seconds, a low but omniously present humming noise filling the battle-scarred air. And with a large boom and impressive, flashy beam, the firepower of the squadron's Reflex Cannons scorches the ground, several of them missing entirely and possibly killing thousands of innocents in their mad destruction, the others all hitting, or hitting the general area around the so-called Lord of the Night.
Watching the static from the interference of the incredible power of the weapons firing on the monitor, Fluffie can only imagine how the carnage must look like. Body parts being thrown around, blood being sucked in all directions at once, the ground beneath imploding because of unability to handle the newly arrisen situation...
Yeah, just like the old days
