Long before the echoes of battle reached the planet, Rex was sprawled across a luxurious couch in a state of profound indolence.
The massive holo-screen cast shifting colors across his face as he flicked through a meaningless stream of galactic entertainment. It was in the middle of a particularly vapid cooking show that a sharp, official chime cut through the noise, and a notification window materialized in the center of the screen.
[Dear guest, by order of the Planetary Champion, you are hereby summoned to his mansion to discuss urgent matters pertaining to the agreement you hold with my master. We await your arrival.
Rex let out a short, derisive laugh. "Ha. Would you look at that? They think I'm some kind of trained doggy who'll come wagging my tail every time they whistle?" He unfolded himself from the couch with a predator's lazy grace. "Cleo, are you there?"
