2036 BCE
Dournazac, France
Lightning cracked with a bright white fury. It had been raining for hours, but this was the first time Brent had noticed it. He gazed around his room with sleepy eyes, that weren't looking for anything in particular. Not that he could see much in the nearly pitch black room. His eyes shifted over to his clock. The sharp green numbers stood out in contrast to the surrounding darkness. 4:57 AM. It was almost time for his morning to begin. The storm outside picked up intensity as it whipped against the walls of his chateau.
The door to his private bedroom opened and in strode Brent's personal assistant and bodyguard. The Daknor turned the lights on as he entered, revealing his humanoid form covered in translucent grey exoskeleton.
"It's already 5:00, is it Paul?", Brent asked rhetorically.
"Yes, master Brent, breakfast will be served in the tertiary dining hall."
"Alright, I shall be down shortly."
As he dressed, Brent went through yesterday's activities and and began to prepare for the onslaught that the new day would bring. There was a food shortage in the south Asia region, and the idiot governor had insisted he make a personal visit to quell the discontent which had taken hold of the people rather quickly. His visit had been short, but he had seen the rebellion in their eyes quickly fade to fear as Paul had ripped through the governor's flesh with his outer bone. Two birds with one stone, but now he had to find someone else to replace him. Brent sighed heavily. He hadn't imagined that conquering the planet would lead to such a tedious maintenance of his regime. He almost regretted it. Almost, He chuckled as he made his way down to the 3rd story of his French castle.
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