Spoiler Town: A Rise for Freedom

Part 6

Back in the hanger, the crew climbed into a waste disposal section of the facility. The large room was dark and damp, though luckily also empty for the time being.Kenobi kept the lead and motioned the others to follow him into the hallway.No activity could be seen as most of the base was preoccupied with the lot."Let's go," Kenobi urged, "I know where to find Snow's office."Carefully clearing every intersection and corner, the four navigated the facility. Nobody was found until they approached four men guarding a door."Shit, what now? They're blocking the way," Bit observed."Why not run and gun it," PLK pondered.Ken shook his head, "No we need stealth, they'll swarm us if they know we're here."He scratched his head, then had a visible eureka moment. "That's an observatory room, they'll have a round balcony that we can run along. The next floor should be around the other corner" Ken stated.

The crew backtracked to the last intersection where they found a ramped walkway leading to an upper level. Ken suddenly stopped everyone at the entrance, turned back and made a hush gesture. They all slowly walked in, increasingly hearing multiple people talking. "Why are you conducting this meeting when the enemy is right at our doorstep?" a disgruntled raspy voice blurted.As the four neared closer, they could identify one distinct voice: President Snow. "Don't worry my friend," he assured the other, "we have plenty of troops able to hold them off. There's no excuse to delay now."Everyone slowly peaked over the balcony, seeing Snow preside at a round conference table with seven other men. They all were quite aged but also somewhat weird in certain ways.Next to Snow, a bearded man in dark drapes with an esteemed look of superiority held his posture high over the others.The second man looked jaundiced in a blue suit with receding hair, a protruding overbite, and scowling frown from hell.

Following him, the next man was fully bald and sickly pale, sniffling through a thin slit of deformed nose. He also wore black drapes.The fourth man looked way healthier and normal though his eyes were baggy. Oddly, we wore a stylistic metal chestplate.After him, the fifth man was blonde with even more bags around his eyes. He was obese but decently fit his blue suit well enough to move his hands a lot.An even more obese man came after; he wore a bowling shirt and seemed to like to smoke at the conference despite the others' obvious disgust towards it.The sixth man was actually the most fit one out of all of them, wearing bright colors and only having gray sideburns from his brune top and a mustache.Finally, the last man closing Snow appeared pretty spaced out. In fact, he presented himself less maliciously than the others, with patched up clothes and a headband.Bit pulled back from the balcony and flashed her gun out, "Ew, fuck this geriatric conference. Let's go waste Snow's ass right now."Ken grabbed her hand, "No, we need to find out more info on what they're planning. Just wait."Bit rolled her eyes at him, pushing off Ken's grip, "Awww must you always be boring."

The crew went back to eavesdrop, noticing everyone had stood up, while being served drinks around the table.Snow started off, "Some of you may have known each other before. Some of you are new at this moment. But we've all cemented the sacrifice and commitment to our mutual disgust of Hazcordian dominance."PLK looked at Clover, "what you think this is?""I don't know but I don't like the looks of it," she responded.Snow continued, "Introducing everyone, we have Dooku, Count of Serreno and galactic sex trade enthusiast."Dooku raised his hand, "Charmed.""Mr. Burns, Nuclear Capitalist of Springfield."Burns kept his stabbing frown and let out a meek grumble."Voldemort, Dark Lord of Britain and child murderer."Voldemort looked to add onto that but was ignored by Snow before he could."Tywin Lannester, the Hand of Westeros"Tywin looked around dissatisfied, "Pleased to be here," he uttered."Donald J Trump, 47th President of the United States,"Trump waved his hands around as if they were giving him an ovation, "Best country on Earth, glad to be here Snow.""Fat Tony, Great Don of the Bronx."Tony slowly removed his cigar, "Ey ow it doin, pleased to meecha.""Nolan Grayson, Conquerer of Viltrum."Nolan crossed his arms giving a nod of approval."And finally, Tommy Chong, marijuana advocate and uh....I forgot why are you here?"Tommy finally got back to attention, "Oh they told me i could sell drugs here man."Snow, bewildered, went along, "Alright I guess anything that helps out the cause-""Also I wish Trump would just deport all those fuckin-""Enough!" Dooku yelled, "I wish to not hear another intoxicated delusion from you.""Whatever, man." Tommy said.