When the train stopped, they were led out into a large cavern. Timothy struggled to believe his eyes. The walls were covered in live video streams of strategic positions throughout the planet. Then in the distance after an array of desks and computers was what was the main console.
Timothy powered his wheelchair forward not quite sure if he could believe his eyes and then whispered.
“You have a planetary defense system?”
The tall, muscular man walked up alongside as the clattering of shoes against the floor, and the sound of computer keys getting pressed fell silent.
“Yes, we do. After my election..”
“Election!”
Timothy immediately activated the armaments on his wheelchair and prepared to fire. Never before had he heard such heresy. Only the Emperor or his ambassadors can appoint leaders.
“Before you fire, there are certain things you should know. Firstly, we are of the same blood. I am one of your many descendants. Secondly, we only began elections after the Emperor gave up on this world. The ambassador on this planet left once he saw the Tyranid fleet head in this direction.
This world was on the precipice of disaster but then we thought of Wheelchair Wars and that our heroes would never just give up.”
Timothy’s finger was almost on the button to fire but it never went further. The wheelchair returned to its normal state.
“My name is Timothy The Younger by the way.”
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