Sorry this took so long. I'm sick, and my writing skills aren't quite up to snuff lately
INT. Hard Light Communications Center. Day.
We open to see the usual consoles. Large windows surround the entire room. We can see the vastness of the Hard Light station below us. We cut to TRASHMAN, sitting in front of a communications console. A large pair of headphones is on his head, and he's studying the console intently. Suddenly, he puts his hand up to one of his ears, pressing one of the headphones closer. He listens for a couple seconds, then looks at the console. A stream of text is going down the screen. We cut to a close-up of his console, from a side view. He hits a few buttons, and we cut to:INT. wEvil's (formerly Cloaked Figure's) quarters. Day.
We open to see a room, still completely dark. Faintly, we can see the red glow of wEvil's eyes, but not more, until a computer screen screeb suddenly flairs into being. Flickering for a few times as it warms up, it eventually provides a steady blue glow in the room. wEvil's eyes snap open fully, and he gets up to go to the computer screen. Sitting down in the chair, a small image of TRASHMAN appears on the screen. There is a slight delay between the two computers, and his image refreshes after every other frame or so.wEvil: What?
Trashman: (Stumbles for a bit) Uhhh, sir. You asked me to report to you if we recieved any messages from the Relic boards?
wEvil: Yes, aaand?
Trashman: Umm...well, we, uh, did, sir. I'll send it to you know.
TRASHMAN looks down from his image his console. He types a few things in, and suddenly another window pops up, right next to his image on wEvil's computer.Trashman: Here you are, sir.
wEvil doesn't answer. He reads the message for a few seconds. He chuckles.wEvil: Sooo...the Relic Forums choose not to get involved, eh? Excellent. Trashman!
Trashman: Yes, sir?
wEvil: Send a communication to all forces. Begin preperation for the attacks.
Trashman: Yes, sir!
He salutes, and his image cuts out. The computer screen turns off. wEvil turns around in the now pitch-black room, and all we can see are his bright red eyes, bobbing up and down as he laughs a long, evil laugh. We fade to:
