justicereigns | INTRO LOG

"SPACE!" the Inter-Galactic Stellar Emperor proclaims loudly, "THE FINAL FRONTIER."

Smoker just facepalms and groans loudly. Hopefully none of the cameras or people's eyes and ears are on him.

"Final, because it's deadly."

Smoker's expression, if somehow possible, gets even more distressed by this proclamation.

"THEREFORE YOU WILL GO OUT THERE! I am hereby directing the department of defense to hereby immediately send out YOU: the SPACE FORCE, something SO IMPORTANT, I would only ever entrust it to--" he stops and looks down out at his podium's papers, shifts them about, "CAPTAIN SMOKER, where's Captain Smoker? GREAT MAN Captain Smoker, couldn't trust it to a better man, THIS GUY, where is he?"

Smoker does not look pleased to be dragged front and center and reluctantly is pulled forward, all 6'10" inches of him, as if he could hide head and shoulders above the crowd, smoking two cigars at a time even.

"OUR SPACE FORCE" luckily for Smoker and arguably the others at this bon voyage, the orange emperor goes on to discuss his heroic accomplishments, the wars in the past, the conquered alliances, the great strides in peace he, the emperor, alone made, and then back to relevancy (if you can call it that).

"We are boldly going where no civilized peoples, or persons, or person-like entities, have ever been before!"

Smoker is grateful for his sunglasses to hide his eyeroll.

"It is about JOBS and ECONOMY, it is a GREAT THING we're doing!"

If smoke could eyeroll, those lit cigar ends somehow making circles would be convey the unlucky captain's position on this.

"You will go out there and you will take that frontier, which is largely unknown by man OR WOMAN-- "

Someone in the crowd of reporters piped up with: "OR NON-BINARY GENDER IDENTIFYING QUEERS AND OTHERWISE UNDEFINED!!"

But the orange Emperor continued on, ignoring their interruption, "And you will learn everything there is to know about it. And what you’re doing is so important -- remember -- economically, militarily, scientifically. In every way, there is no place like space."

Smoker, even behind his sunglasses, looked like he needed a drink. Alas, even that was now off limits to him.

"Good luck, Captain Smoker and all you glorious Space Force, you! I want to wish you a lot of luck with your mission, but that shows how important it is! Congratulations on your tremendous success, but you’re going to have far more success right now."

Smoker was pretty sure he'd earned several medals or accomodations just for not face palming for all the allied galaxies to see at that.

"Thank you very much. Thank you. Thank you." The orange emperor impersonated Elvis for some reason. "Don't forget to write and send back status reports of all that lovely outer rims and planets that need civility and upgraded lifestyles spread to them!"

Smoker salutes, as sarcastically as one can and pretty much jumps on board the ship.

Meanwhile the Orange Emperor is signing autographs, no really. Feel free to pick one up as a souvenir.

SPACE FORCE EMBARK!!!