Thread:The Purpur Man/@comment-26173711-20190813193748/@comment-35455126-20190818051102

A huge hologram of Apophis’ head manifested on the bridge. “Hello there, Targets!”

“What now?” Carl said.

“Well, you know that cloud that appeared over your ship? I just want to inform you that the cloud was actually a technological virus that we have infected your little spaceship with.” Apophis grins as Carl widens his eyes. “Wait...so you don’t mean...!?”

Apophis burst out laughing. “YES!!! IT MEANS THAT THIS SHIP IS HEREBY PROPERTY OF ELOR!! IT IS UNDER OUR CONTROL BECAUSE OF THE VIRUS!!!! AND NOW WE SHALL USE IT KILL ALL OF YOU AND THEN WE WILL SEIZE IT AND REPLICATE IT FOR OUT FLEET!!!! PREPARE TO DIE, TARGETS!!! THERE IS NO ESCAPE!!!”

Apophis’ head disappears, but his deranged laughter could be heard all over the ship as the lights turned red and every panel, console, viewscreen and holographic image was replaced with the symbol of ELOR. Carl’s ship was now fully under their control!

Carl slammed his fist on the console. “Damn it! Hold on, i’ll see if I can regain control.” But when he tried to fiddle with it, he received a painful electric shock and staggered back. “AGH-! Shit!”

A spatial field was erected over the ship, preventing any Targets from escaping with any means, including teleportation/portals.