Jairus walked stiffly through the hallways in formal military dress. Today was the day, he told himself. The day there would be some changes around here. It had been precisely one week since Emperor Leni- Empress Lenina had vanished, and according to standard protocol, he was overdue on assuming control. So today he would become the ruler of the entire human race. Which was like... forty people, maybe. But still.
He was also overdue on cracking down on the investigation about Lenina. There weren't any security camera's in Lenina's room, so knowing what actually happened was impossible. But there was only a single hallway that led to her room, with a guard posted there constantly. As the camera video showed, Lenina had entered her room at "night", and never come back out. He had known this because he had been the guard posted outside the room. He had never moved from that spot. Therefore, the Empress had simply vanished into thin air. In other words, Neon Star or little Suzie Hamstapple had done some sort of black magic that made Lenina go poof. Or, Lenina had a trapdoor he didn't know about, wanted to escape for some strange reason, which was very unlikely, and left Station 2 without passing by a single security camera or ever opening the docking hangar's door. UNLESS... someone else knew about the trapdoor and went through it, knocked Lenina out quietly enough for Jairus not to hear anything, drag her through the trapdoor and through the rest of the station without passing by a single security camera, then left the station without ever opening that hangar door. Most likely she was just warped out by freaky boy or freaky girl.
Jairus reached up and tapped his earpiece, activating a communications channel that would broadcast his voice over the entire spacestation. "All humans and military personnel," he barked in his easily recognizable military tone, "Natural, artificial, or otherwise, report to the auditorium ASAP. There will be an announcement in twenty minutes..." The investigation could wait. Right now, it was time to focus on the fact he was in charge. To be honest, he was curious about how the humans would react to the hearing of Lenina's absence. Sadness? Happiness? Annoyance? Indifference?
He strolled into the auditorium, quieter than space, and stepped onto a platform raised several meters above three rows of seats facing it. He took a deep breath, straightened his uniform, looked at the clock, and folded his hands behind his back.
SHOWTIME.
