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Boots clacked harshly against hot cobblestone hallways. Desaad stood straight in his battle-ready attire. Of course, he probably wasn’t going to war- he had many duties here to attend to on Apokolips. But in accordance to regulations, he was to appear before the troops alongside the other generals to see them off. Which was fine, if not annoying. Desaad was a very busy man he didn’t have time for ceremonious frivolities.
An echo of footsteps followed up behind him right before he was about to cross the threshold out the temple. “Sire- I have an urgent message for you-”
It was one of his mousy assistants, pig-sweat stained the front of his oily robes as he cowered under Desaad’s annoyed glare, “Agh- Silence, Sluggard! Can it not wait until after I fulfill my duties- It’ll be your head should Prince Kalibak discover why I was not present at today’s Reicht.”
A bow- Ten bows. “Yes yes of course, but you specifically ordered to be made aware should you received any personal transmissions from Lantern Space…”
Desaad’s caterpillar brows climbed his forehead and he made a total about-face back inside the depths of the temple, “Very well- thank you for doing your duty.”
"Ah- sire….“ the assistant followed behind, his mandibles chewing anxiously against the fabric along his mouth-slot, “A thousand pardons to pry… but I took the liberty to locate the exact location of the signal and- well… may I inquire why you’re waiting for messages from…. earth?”
Desaad stopped and looked back at his assistant, the sounds of cheering crowds echoing through the long red windows lining their passageway. The ceremony had already began- curse it all….
"Before I answer that, I ask you this: Have you told anyone else of your discovery?“
The bug bowed its head in servitude, a look of cowardly realization crossing his compound eyes. ”… No of course m'lord, I know you value your privacy…“
Desaad’s lips pulled back in a snarl, "That I do.”
A pinpoint strike and a scream rang out, only to be cut short. The assistant’s head was removed from its shoulders. Desaad did not bother with the body, simply left it to lie. Dismembered servants were commonplace here. And hungry parademon patrols would be by soon and devour it whole.
A quiet place found, boomtube opened, Desaad jumped into the portal and out to his apparently NOT so secret Earth chamber. This time he’d been smarter, leaving sensors that detected any sort of disturbances. Though it was a rush job and the sensors were not strong enough to directly reach his HUD. Should have had more foresight than to trust his overly-curious assistants. But for his plans, unfortunate sacrifices would have to be made… He’d just have to take more care to hide the source of the signal for next time.
Oh and what does he find but more humans in strange clothes- one of which he recognizes to be the same as the one he allegedly dropped into space.
”YOU!“ he growls in anger.
“I-I’m trying-” is what he tried to say, But Sam can hear himself talk- he’s speaking in tongues. He struggled to get up, looking at Wally, eyes pleading. But at the angry explosive sound of the boomtube, his hands clap down harder around his ears, knees hitting the ground once more.
It’s- Lord General De Saad. Wait- Desaad? Why does he- wait Lord General?! “a-ARGHH-!!!”
Head felt like it was being filled with that horrible noise AOL makes when it’s trying to load the internet. Just a roaring irregular crackling scream. Some… incomplete programming inside him was instantly deferring him to the alien- like an irrefutable chain of command. They shared a wireless connection. And Desaad knew he was now under his control - for some reason Sam could tell.
Sweat poured down his face, he felt like he was magnetized to the floor. The terrible need to obey the only other leader in the room. His struggle just to get to his feet suddenly started to poison every asset of his entire being. Right up until he no longer just struggled to control his body, but to remember who he was- WHAT he was.
But almost before the question posed itself, an answer appeared: Parademon. Parademon. Parademon. Parademon.
“Wally-!”
Wally desperately tried to hold Sam up, keep him close. Even when the rogue fell once again to his knees, The Flash kept a protective hand on him. The language spewing from the man’s mouth was nothing he’d ever heard before which was strange for someone who had been all over the world and to many different planets. But despite the lack of understanding, the look on Sam’s face gave Wally all that he needed.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Do you understand? You’re gonna be okay.”
A familiar push and pull coupled with the ungodly volume of the boomtube and the speedster readied himself. Anyone or anything could enter the room ready to kill. Wally took a breath, steadied himself, and channeled enough speed force energy to blow a hole in the wall if needed. Sparks flew everywhere and the air crackled with electricity.
The person who entered the room was certainly not what The Flash was expecting. Though they seemed ready for something by the looks of it, they honestly didn’t look very threatening. At least compared to the speedster’s imagination of what they were about to face. Never underestimate something from space though.
Sam calling out his name, threw Wally into action. This needed to end quickly and without a fight if possible. Damn. Why hadn’t he brought backup? If he single handedly starts a war with Apokolips, everything he’d ever worked for would be gone.
With a preparative breath, The Flash speeds up to Desaad, not too close, but enough to take his attention off of the rogue on the floor. “Hey! Look,” the chunk of Apokoliptian tech was held up “We’re bringing this back. Take it and fix him.” There was no fear in the speedster’s eyes. By the looks of this guy, the robes were misleading. Wally could definitely take him in arm wrestling so he could take him in a fight.