Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2019 8:49 pm
Shortly after their awakening, on an insignificant planet, Contingency General Calar Ghorin leads a small group of soldiers to scout the nearby area.
Calar Ghorin: This mission has proved fucking fruitless, there appear to be no minifigs in the area, we might as well head back to base. What kind of opposition can we expect from the minifigs on this planet? How advanced are they?
T.W.A.T. Bot: I can detect only few transmission waves. The lack of detectable transmissions suggests a lack of advanced civilisation. Their tech is likely industrial at best, neolithic at worst. There is also the possibility that there is no minifig presence at all.
Calar Ghorin: I hope not, even primitive minifigs had to arrive here somehow, there should be spacecraft we can take and use.
T.W.A.T. Bot: Hold on, I'm detecting incoming life signs.
A small patrol enters the sight of the scouting party.
Patrol leader: What the... whoever these minifigs are, they look hostile! Attack!
The patrol charge the intruders, and the Contingency soldiers get into position and open fire.
The precise and efficient gunfire leaves the patrol leader and one soldier dead.
The final soldier flees in panic, gunfire ringing around him.
The contingency soldiers relax, their first fight in millennia won. Calar Ghorin turns to the T.W.A.T. Bot.
Calar Ghorin: Well, that's a fucking relief. Primitive minifigs should be easy to conquer. Soon, we will have control of this planet, and we can expand outwards. These barbarians will never stand in our way.
T.W.A.T. Bot: If all civilisation is as advanced as that one, I predict a 79% chance of success. We shall be victorious, General.
So here's my first attempt at a soap, I'm not very good at dialogue as you may be able to tell. Hopefully this'll go somewhere, but I've honestly got no idea what I'm doing.