The emperor looked down at them, and crooked a finger. Servant Struggled as he was dragged before the throne, Simple carrying one arm and Tiruin the other, dragging him forward and throwing him at the Emperors feet.
"Ah, Servant. You were like a son to me, you know, all these years. I remember when you were still just a youth, full of vim and vigour.. and now, this! To discover that you were plotting against me! Is there no loyalty any longer? Is there no one we can trust?"
Servant spat at the Emperor's feet. Weapons were raised by others, but the Emperor raised a hand to hold them back. He was not finished.
"You dare speak of trust! I am no traitor - YOU are the traitor, you- you- you SNAKE. A traitor to all of humanity! A traitor to- you- you killed her, you fucking bastard. You sent them to kill her as a fucking excuse, and- you'll pay! I spent these long years doing your dirty work, extracting confessions from those who did nothing wrong. I swear, before this is done, you'll find people having a go at you, you bastard! I'll fucking-
With a gesture, the anvil fell. A single gunshot, and then the Emperor nodded towards the body. "It may seem unnecessary, but search the body. We may find more clues as to how deep this treachery runs. I would have preferred to have handed him over to my second most trusted torturer, who has simply been begging for a promotion, but the doors are still sealed, and we have no access to holding cells.
So let me make this clear, to any others in this room who harbour resentment against me. If you are involved in this hilariously incompetent scheme, you will join our former friend here in a pool of your own blood. Does anyone have any questions?
*snzzzk* OH OH I DO PICK ME! *crackle* The Emperor grimaced. *snap* I gotta say, guy, keeping the throne rooms computer system disconnected from the rest of the base? Smart move! I was totally figuring I could just tweak your meds and we'd have been done yesterday, but nope! Mind you, your firewalls and security schemes were laughable, and I can still control a few things, like the intercom system, this switch that pumps judicious amounts of stupid gas into the room, and other stuff that's tied into the base rather than your throne and... OH WHATS THIS!? Why, it's the lights! Nighty-nighty, fellas, don't let the glitches bite. WINK WINK LOL SEE YOU LATER HOPE YOU DIE BYEBYE*skrt*
With that, the room was suddenly plunged into pitch blackness.
It is now night. Day will begin in roughly 48 hours or when I've finished processing night actions, whichever comes first
Servant Corps was lynched! Servant Corps was a Rebel!