Leeroy's legend

Chapter one: A stirring evil.

Earth, it's beauty captivates all. Her blue seas simmering like the sapphire gems in a black rock. The land scarring her face, streaks of green, yellow and grey, like the delicate streaks of paint on a blue canvas to make up the beauty of the painting. It's how the planet got its nickname, the gem of the stars.
Except, not everyone admires the beauty of the planet, however. Some want to change it to a more, personally liked appearance.
"Rambling to yourself again, sir?" A voice moans, as if the soul has heard this tale many-a-time. "No... These aren't rambles, General. This is more than just a ramble, this is a plan, a plan to set in motion." The hoarse voice replies, the voice scratchy and thick with mucus. "Sir, I believe we already have set this plan in motion." The General replies. If we could see his eyes, we would clearly see him roll them. "Do you not recall anything in that thick skull of yours?" The dark figure stands, becoming visible to us. Wearing a dark blue tuxedo and a white undershirt, black trousers and gloves and he was adorned with a blue tie. Where a head would be, merely a spine and skull, no flesh to hide it. No eyes existed, yet two flamelike red pupils bore a stare into the general who stands in front of him.
"I do, actually. Anymore if that cheek and..." The faceless fiend pears his cranium to the glowing container aside his desk. "...well, you know the rest." The row of teeth curve into a devious smile, unnerving the General who sits in front of him. "How about we introduce the General here to our dear readers, shall we?"
The narrator sighs, and starts describing the black appearance of the general that sat in front of the bony fiend. He wore a black suit of Kevlar armour, with patches of grey metal for extra intimidation and protection. The leather gloves Barely fitting the tight muscular fists of the general. The face of the General is hidden, masked with a mask that masks the appearance.
"It's more like a helmet with a gas mask, actually." The General says angrily, unamused as the narrator keeps detailing each and every aspect of what the general does and says. The mouth part of the mask was in the shape of a skull, and the helmet he wears with it tightly protects the brains of the menace.
While the narrator was busy detailing, the suited skull opens a drawer and gets out a map, opening it and setting it on the table. "So, Gregory, with our plan in motion, and an entire town to play with on our own, what's next?" The General asks. The jawline grins once more, and points to a mostly uninhabited part of a the map. "There!" Gregory shouts. "We direct our forces here, a vantage point to move most of our forces and catch the army off guard. From here we will be able to shoot rocket and artillery rounds from here towards the soldiers and tanks on the bridge, breaking their blockade." Gregory points his bony finger at a red circle on the map, showing the bridge. The General nods his masked head, grinning an unseen grin. "I will inform our troops of the order." The General stands from his chair, only to pause at the shout of Gregory behind him. "Oh, and General?" The bony man says slyly. "Yes sir?" "Don't muck it up, this is our only chance." Gregory warns. "I will tell our troops that failure is not an option." The General walks out of the dark cement room, and into a dark cement corridor, before hurrying down it, out of the view of the narrator and the reader trying to image him.
"Shut up!" The General's voice echoes.