[ WP ] Enough was enough they suddenly understood what they had to do . Locking eyes -- their fierce corporate competition was about to end in cosmic combat .

`` Sir, Verizon is paging to rally. We have word that their fleets are inbound.'' 
 
 The Admiral stared down the simple soldier with hatred, until the peon was back where he belonged, headset in place at the command cube. As misdirected as his aggression had been, it could not be helped. Such was war, that the enemy of your enemy, could be an ally. 
 
 No matter how much he hated them... 
 
 `` Send word to their Commander'' The Admiral hissed out the words, each one like a nail being driven into his foot, `` We accept their alliance.'' 
 
 Massive fleets of ships had locked into positions, fanning out along complicated grids and signals, lights filling the great back of the void for hundreds of thousands of miles. The battle would meet here, and so it would be done. One way, or another. 
 
 `` Has Timewarner given way to our secondary fleets, Commissioner?'' 
 
 A young, but well dressed man glanced up from his controls, responding, `` No sir, they're lagging behind it seems, as are all but our most recent models. Our Motorola flagships are in position for the time being, but we've been experiencing power failures in some regions.'' 
 
 `` Typical.'' The Admiral muttered, stroking his beard with frustration. `` Bloody typical.'' It would have to do. They had little else, regardless. 
 
 Suddenly, the vessel shook- horrible shockwaves rippling through the great Comcast Flagship, rattled teeth and morale. The Admiral fell into his seat as his balance was lost, pulling his cap aside to view the main command screen with horror. 
 
 A single message displayed on constant repeat, never ceasing as audio files played along with it, in every language. The robotic voice rattled the cage of his very soul. 
 
 `` **Do n't be evil**... **Do n't be evil**...'' 
 
 How had it spotted them? And so quickly... it was too soon, but they had to act. Dear god have mercy upon them, they had to strike now! 
 
 `` Rally and attack! There is no time! We must strike before it can prepare!'' He shouted over the command cubes below, and the ships responded, millions of them arcing towards their enemy, weapons primed and ready. The Verizon fleet was in position, Red Check-wings flying in squadrons with their acquired subsidiaries in support. 
 
 AT & T had sent what they had left, but their coverage was spotty at best and lacking the numbers required for a true engagement. Luckily they had the NSA drones, salvaged from the wreckage of the New United States back in the home system. Outdated as they were, there were thousands of them. Good at the very least for cannon-fodder. 
 
 His fleet held their lines, the mighty Comcast army crossing the threshold of no return. 
 
 `` For Glory!'' He shouted, `` For Profits!'' 
 
 His troops shouted, battle cries echoing out over the comm-systems. Today they would finally end this horrible war! 
 
 `` **Do n't be Evil**... **don't**... **be**...'' The message faltered. Dread filled him, as it shifted, and changed before his eyes. 
 
 Silence stretched, and their fleet fired. Billions of shooting lights flickering out into the black, towards the threat. All of them hit, lighting its massive surface to reveal the colors of green, red, yellow, and... blue- 
 
 The laser ripped through the Allied Monopoly fleet like a hot knife cut through butter. Ships cracked like eggs as far as the eye could see, indicators winking out only vast ranges of their long ranged scans. Millions had perished in an instant, wiped away with ungodly strength, such horrible power... it was too much. 
 
 Words displayed above them as a cold voice read in clear English, sound amplified so that it could not be ignored. It seemed to mock him as it read off the words on the screen. 
 
 `` **Be Evil**.'' 
 
 The beam was n't stopping, slowly crawling towards them, it's radius easily the size of a Red dwarf. No vessel could escape that, no FTL drives could fire in time- not with this many obstacles nearby. He tried to search for an alternative, any option- but half of their Yahoo commandos had already been vaporized, and the rest were already falling beneath the onslaught. Nothing could be found. 
 
 This was the end. 
 
 The Admiral could n't help but reach into his pocket then, to draw out a cigar. He lit it carefully, ignoring the warnings from the system AI. 
 
 Today was a good day to die. 
 

