"Alright, I know what you wanted to see might have been Alien vs. Predator, but what I gave you was High School Musical." Su Ming propped his legs up on the table and leisurely drank a bottle of Da Li Soda. "But you should know that in this universe, comedic methods often lead to serious results, while serious methods often end up being ridiculous."
Su Ming knew that the people aboard the ship had surely watched the concert by the knockoff MJ through the network as well. The second half had not been finished, however, because the Imperial Guard had arrived bearing the real Emperor's orders.
If he had to fight dozens of Supermen, he would expose himself. So the instant the Imperial Guard appeared, Deathstroke ordered the former Emperors to rush into the crowd, while he changed into an ordinary-looking face and slipped away amid the chaos.
Jason and the Old Steward both wore rather strange expressions. Perhaps they had never seen an Emperor of the Shi'ar Empire singing and dancing before.
Before leaving Featherfall, Deathstroke had also awakened large numbers of undead across the planet. In other words, the people aboard the ship had watched only half an episode of High School Musical before The Walking Dead began.
Several projection screens in the cockpit were now showing the military fighting zombies, while the Shi'ar Empire itself had descended into enormous chaos because the Emperors had taken the lead in dancing.
For a cosmic empire, the timeliness of communications was crucial. Yet at this moment, that very timeliness had hurt them. News of the Emperors throughout history dancing had already spread to every planet in the empire.
Gin patted his leg. Her attention was not on the battle scenes; she was more concerned about what Deathstroke had said earlier.