Villianous Secrets · 6:35am Sep 18th, 2014
That's how you know who wins, right? The last one standing is the winner... the survivor. That's what I am. I'm the one that was left standing.
A survivor.
So, why are you the ones who got everything? Why am I the only one who was left with nothing? I am forced to watch and wait while you sit on your thrones and control the world. I don't have your wings, your horns, your powers and yet, I'm still here.
Because I survived.
There are different types of strength, different kinds of power. I have mine; I've honed it into something unparalleled, something unlike anything this world has ever seen. And I've seen how you use yours. Taking on the burden of rule yourselves, shouldering all that responsibility hasn't been easy for any of you, much less the purple one. You've proven that you can indeed endure the hardships of controlling this world. But you've also allowed yourselves to make mistakes, mistakes you were aware of. That's irresponsible. In its own way, that is an abuse of power. And yet, you won't let anypony take your places, any of you.
Because you're afraid.
The sheer insanity of it is baffling. You don't trust each other, you don't trust yourselves and you don't trust the ponies that look up to you, that truly do need you and would be lost without you. And yet, you have blind faith in some kind of power you don't even understand, that in thousands of years, you're just now learning about. How many generations have been lost to your ignorance? How much has changed because of your mistakes? Why do you cling to it like it's your last hope?
Because it is.
This is your last card, the final, desperate line you cling to as you drown in your own disgrace. I've given Equestria everything. With my technology, I've improved so many lives, developed things to advance our world. And there is more, so much more I can do and that I will do. Equestria deserves only the very best we can give. Yet you have held onto the same match in the darkness, jealously guarding it while I have been working to deliver light to the land. I know that I will.
Because I can.
I have waited. The time has passed for you to do the right thing on your own. But we all know you're not going to surrender your power willingly. So, like a parent taking away a toy from a disobedient toddler, I'm going to have to take your powers from you. All your followers, all your blind servants, eons worth of ignorance given breath, that will be wiped clean along with you when I ascend. From the ashes of this hollow world, I will build something better, something stronger. Something pure.
Because you can't stop me.
Everything that YOU and your kind have forsaken, everything that YOU turned your back on and left, everything and everypony YOU neglected, WE WILL RISE! You've given your kingdom thousands of years worth of neglect so now our civilization, which should be the envy of all now pales in comparison even to the savage bipeds we call our trans-dimensional neighbors. And now you sit with all the pieces to your happy little puzzle, thinking the last one just fell out of the sky. But I have news for you; it won't make any difference.
Because I've already won. Vice Grip has survived.
Your filth, your fear, your ignorance and your neglect... your disgusting, blind faith will be cleansed from this world. When it's all over, I will create the Equestria that everypony deserves, a new Equestria. And I will render unto you what you and all the other arcanists have been avoiding for the past thousand years: justice. I will prove that my own powers, the might of the mind, not magic, is what is fit to rule this world. Fit to rule every world. Fit to rule everything.
Because.
The clock is ticking, Tia.
Stable 5, Level 3
Primary Residential Quarters
Metallic clanks echoed off the wall as Vice Grip strode down the hall of Stable 5. The sound made the F.I.S.T security ponies guarding the doorways nervous; Vice only hurried when something had gone wrong or there was somepony that needed to be dealt with. Today, however, their boss wasn't rushing because of a problem; he was advancing towards an opportunity, one that had been delivered to his doorstep this morning.
As he passed the door to one of the rooms, it slid open into the ceiling and a hooded figure quickly entered the hallway. Vice Grip walked past the stranger without a thought, knowing they would full-well catch up to them. And the Director did, matching his pace with him as he stamped down the corridor. The F.I.S.T guards stifled chills as the distance between them and the creepy pair grew.
"I know what you're going to do," the Director said, his uncanny teenage voice coming from somewhere underneath the dark cloak that obscured his body. "I don't want you to go through with it."
"And?" Vice Grip looked at the creature over his shoulder. He was in a good mood but it could very quickly sour if another pony wasn't careful. "What exactly are you going to do if I go through with it?"
The Director was silent for a moment. The two continued walking, strides unbroken. "Nothing, I guess."
"Exactly," Vice said. "We have a deal. If it's your money, you have the last word but your funding wasn't the least bit involved with our latest boon. So we're considering him off the table."
The hooded figure stopped, Vice Grip continued forward. "There's still plenty on the table, Vice."
The earth pony didn't pay him any further attention. The Director's resources seemed limitless but it didn't take a genius scientist like Vice Grip to know he was using them to further his own goals, whatever they were. Vice didn't know who exactly his mysterious benefactor was, why he just showed up that one day a few years ago and was so interested in overthrowing Celestia. His own theory was that the creature calling itself 'The Director' was simply a member of Equestria's royal family that was tired of living in the shadow of the two regal sisters. A very rich prince from another country, most likely, funneling funds and supplies to him so that he could have the throne and Vice Grip was just a well-paid scientist helping him get there.
And Vice was fine with helping him achieve his goals. As long as he wasn't an arcanist, he was harmless. But his frequent 'requests' were beginning to get on Vice Grip's nerves. They both wanted the same thing: Equestria out of the hooves of two lazy, apathetic, controlling princesses. He had a feeling though that the Director wanted something else, though.
Vice Grip approached the door at the end of the hallway. Like the others, it was guarded by two ponies that were part of Vice's private army, the organization/corporation known as F.I.S.T. As he walked towards the two guards, he reached into his lab coat pocket and retrieved a very special item. And to think, he was in a good mood, too.
"Sir," one of the F.I.S.T guards saluted as he approached. "The prisoner's been restrained sir but..."
Vice stuck the end of the cigar in his mouth. "But?"
The guard scratched the back of his neck. "Sir, he drained two of our best before we could finally get ahold of him. I'm not sure it's safe to keep him here."
The scientist stallion sighed as he bit down. "Splendid... is Claw still in the infirmary?"
"He's fully recovered, sir."
"Good, get him up here and we'll have him take care of things when I'm finished. Tell him to bring one of the special issues, too," Vice ordered. The guards saluted and the door opened automatically for him, sliding up into the wall. He stepped forward into the room beyond and it slid shut behind him just as quickly. Although there were nearly a dozen guards in the hallway he'd just left, the room was as eerily quiet as if he'd been alone. But he knew otherwise.
One of the larger bedrooms, Vice had had it converted for prisoners and 'unruly guests' shortly after Stable 5's completion. Although he hadn't planned to be detaining anyone so early, he was still satisfied that the easy modifications made to the room did the job. The Stables would have to be easy to make adjustments to if they were to do their job when the time came.
Vice Grip stepped further into the room, approaching the large metal cage that occupied its center all the way to the back wall. Even though it was well-lit, the prisoner was cowering from the light, sitting in the corner with a hooded cloak pulled back over his face. Not unlike the Director, Vice noticed. Another uncomfortable similarity, he did his best to put the thought out of his mind.
Vice took a moment to light the cigar in his mouth with the finger of one of his metal gauntlets before speaking. "How's it feel to be on the outside?"
The prisoner shifted, covering himself more but remained silent.
"Not much of a talker, huh?"
No response.
Vice Grip took a drag from the cigar and stepped closer, purple smoke escaping to the ceiling in wisps. With one gauntleted foreleg, he opened the cage door. He knew the guards, his own security force, especially the Director wouldn't agree with this but he felt a line had to be drawn sooner or later. Might as well be here and now.
"I heard you drained two of my guards before you were apprehended. That's not really the nicest thing to do to your rescuers, now is it? Then again, maybe all that time in Tartarus hasn't really made you keen on visitors, has it?"
Finally, Tirek responded. The centaur-like creature stood on all four of his legs in the corner of the cage and looked Vice right in the eye. He frowned down at the pony standing on two metal back legs, not intimidated by his captor. His body language spoke volumes; even in a weakened state, Tirek was a force to be reckoned with.
Vice pinched the cigar and stared back at Tirek. "Care for a cigar? They're imported from Zebrapolis, some kind of hoof-rolled stuff they make from the leaves of Knock Knock joke."
As Vice Grip spoke, Tirek approached the pony and opened his mouth. Just as he had with the guards before, Tirek prepared to siphon Vice Grip's magic directly from his body, leaving him drained of energy and even his special talent. But Vice just stared back and smiled.
The enormous Tirek was still taller than the pony when standing. He could easily overpower him, maybe escape but he'd seen the defenses of wherever he'd been taken to when he arrived. Tirek would need strength to escape and if it meant draining this foolhardy pony who dared approach him, he was only happy to do so. He opened his gaping maw and summoned his siphoning magic, drawing on the surrounding magic in the air to create a vacuum to suck out Vice Grip's energy.
As he inhaled, something happened almost immediately. Tirek started choking. The smell of the cigar filled his nostrils, burning his sinuses but there was something else. Vice Grip's grin grew as Tirek stared at him, trying to understand what had gone wrong. Tirek's throat ceased and he began to cough and gag. He grabbed his throat and bent over. He buckled to his knees like he'd just inhaled a toxic gas. Something wasn't right about this pony.
"Something wrong?" Vice asked coyly. "You look like you could use some air."
"*cough, cough* You... you are... a void," Tirek gasped.
Vice Grip tapped the cigar, ashes falling to the floor. "I've been called worse."
Tirek struggled to stand. "Who... who are you?"
"Ah, finally in a talking mood, are we?" Vice came closer. He stood over the prisoner and put a cold, metallic hand on his shoulder. "You're sure you wouldn't like a cigar? They're not made from tobacco so there's no health risks from smoking them. I don't normally smoke but this is kind of a special occasion. I wasn't expecting visitors though I have to say," he chuckled. "I'm really happy you decided to drop by."
"Why have*cough*... why have you brought me here?" He found himself too weak to stand, like he'd been drained by his own magic.
"All righty then, I'll cut to the chase," Vice knelt down and looked Tirek right in the eyes. Apart from Vice Grip's metal hands and feet he wore over his four legs, he looked like the average stallion. Blonde mane, brown coat, upright most of the time and he wore a lab coat. He was unassuming, non-threatening. Tirek on the other hand didn't wear clothes. His red simian-like torso sat upon the body of a pony making it hard for him not to stand out in most parts of Equestria, not that he had been outside the prison dimension of Tartarus in the last aeon. Vice Grip's blue pony eyes stared back at Tirek's black, demonic orbs as the two regarded each other. In spite of Tirek's appearance, he had to ask which of them was the more monstrous.
"My name's Vice Grip and I run a little business hoping to change Equestria's future. I've brought you here because I'm just interested in that little alternate dimension of punishment you call home and would like to know more about it. Sound good?"
Tirek said nothing back. Whatever pony this Vice Grip was, he wasn't anypony he could trust even if he was in the habit of trusting others. "I will not tell you anything, earth pony."
"Hah," Vice laughed. "That's very funny coming from an abomination such as yourself. You even make the other arcanists look tame. I may just be an earth pony but let me tell you," he stuck the cigar back in his mouth. "I can be quite persuasive when I need to be."
"You will get no help from me," Tirek firmly stated. He panted, trying to catch his breath. His strength was still sapped but he would not tell the stranger anything.
"I understand," Vice got closer to his face until the cigar almost touched Tirek's chin. He squinted, examining Tirek. "I just have one question, though. How did you get out of Tartarus? Escape, I mean?"
Tirek said nothing.
Vice removed the cigar again. "I'll ask again: how do you escape from Tartarus?"
"For the last time, I will tell you nothing! You pathetic, earth pony fool! You'll get nothing out of me! Nothing!"
Vice smiled. "I wouldn't be so sure about that." Standing back up, Vice Grip grabbed Tirek by the neck. Taking the cigar in his right hand, he plunged the lit end into Tirek's right eye.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Tirek's screams echoed off the walls of the small room, piercing the walls.
Vice twisted the cigar, burning Tirek's already black eye even as the monster closed his eyelids down. After a few agonizing seconds, he removed the cigar and lit it again to make sure the end was still hot.
"AAAAAAHHHH... HAAAAAAA... AAAAHhhhhh," Tirek recoiled, bounding over and clutching his face with both claws. The pain was excruciating; tears streamed down his face along with blood from his pierced eye. The damage could be repaired, of course but he would need a lot more magic for that. But right now, Tirek only wanted the pain to stop.
"You gotdamn maniac!" Tirek roared in agonized sobs. "You're fucking crazy... you're fucking crazy..." he muttered. He clutched his eye and backed into the cage bars. Red and clear liquid covered Tirek's claws and dripped to the floor, staining the metal.
Vice adjusted his position, walking around Tirek's legs to his front again. "I think you can 'see' now that I'm not in a very patient mood. So, you're going to tell me what you know about Tartarus-"
"BURN IN TARTARUS!!" Tirek thundered. "YOU SICK LUNATIC!"
"Now, that's just inconsiderate," Vice replied casually. He grabbed Tirek by the beard and plunged the lit cigar into his jaw hard.
"AAAAAAAAAAH!! AAAAAAAAAAHH!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!" Tirek screamed again.
"Tell me... what I want to know," Vice said, drilling the cigar back and fourth.
"STOP!! STOOOOP!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Tirek begged. He grabbed Vice Grip's gloves but he couldn't pry the stallion off of him. His own strength was gone and he could do little more than claw at his captor as he tortured him. Finally, Vice removed the cigar and knelt down to see him face-to-face again.
Tirek panted. He was on the verge of blacking out from pain. "No more... please, no more..."
"Tell me how you escaped," Vice said back.
"I didn't escape," Tirek answered weakly.
"That's not what I want to hear," Vice responded. He stood once more.
"I didn't escape!" Tirek yelled. "Your guards found me in the cage! I never escaped Tartarus!"
"I didn't ask for lies," Vice said. He took the cigar in his right metal hand and dangled it over the left. The finger pulled back on the left gauntlet just as before and a flame sparked from the end. Vice took the time to let the cigar toast, letting Tirek watch.
"PLEASE!" Tirek shouted. Still clutching his eye with his right hand, he outstretched his other to keep Vice away. "I AM TELLING YOU THE TRUTH!"
Vice grabbed Tirek's left claw, gripped it tightly, pulled it over and put the cigar out in his palm.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHGGGGGHHH!!!" Tirek bent over and screamed, his body trembling. Renewed tears streamed down his face as Vice finally released his claw. He pulled the burned appendage back and shook with pain.
"You're making this a lot harder than it has to be," Vice informed the quivering captive. "I just want to know how you escaped Tartarus, whatever arcanist bullshit you used to get out of that prison. I'm a pony of science so it's quite a challenge sometimes for me to duplicate what you and the other arcanists like Celestia, Luna and the pink and purple ones do. I just like to be prepared so I'm afraid I need that information from you, my little abomination."
"I told you already..." Tirek weakly replied. "I did not escape Tartarus. I was imprisoned there for my crimes ages ago, never to be released."
"Really?" Vice took a knee in front of Tirek again. "Because I happen to have reports that you've made some unauthorized departures from your little maximum security vacation home over the past few years. I'm wanting to know about these little outings, how you're managing to escape your punishment unnoticed."
Tirek turned to face Vice, a scared expression on his face. Vice was correct; Tirek had been exiting Tartarus, taking short trips out and planning on a full-fledged escape that year. But he couldn't tell Vice that. No matter how much it hurt, nothing was worse than going back to that prison. Even if it meant trading one prison for another.
"Please..." Tirek pleaded. His lips trembled and he shook. "I haven't done anything."
"I know," Vice replied. "That's what disappoints me." He opened Tirek's mouth with one hand and placed the cigar in past his fanged teeth with the other. He then used both hands to shut Tirek's jaw, closing it over the lit cigar until the centaur almost swallowed it.
Tirek's eyes slammed shut as the inside of his mouth was burned. Purple smoke passed through his pursed lips and tears streamed down his face, hitting the floor in rivers. He gripped Vice Grip's metal gauntlets, desperate to pry him off. His tears made both his and the pony's hands wet as he struggled in vain.
"You look like you have something you... desperately want to get out, Tirek," Vice said, holding the villain's mouth shut. "You ready to tell me now?"
Tirek struggled to nod.
Finally, the metal hands released and Tirek spat out the cigar. It hit the floor of the cage, dampened with his own saliva and rolled. Between rasped gasps, he spat out ash and his own blood as purple fumes circled his head. He gripped his throat and put one hand on the floor to steady himself, praying for it all to be over.
Vice stood and folded his gauntleted forelegs. "So, how did you get out of Tartarus?"
Tirek gasped and struggled to speak. His breaths came in ragged blasts as he spat. "There... there are times when I'm able to... to teleport... to-to the outside. The barrier... it gets weaker for some reason. It requires a lot of energy... but if I concentrate where the barrier is weakest, I'm able to slip past the walls and... and escape to the outside."
"Very interesting," Vice Grip said. He kicked the cigar out of the cage as he turned back to the door. "Not exactly useful for my interests though, but the information is appreciated nonetheless. Thank you."
Tirek was relieved though only slightly. "What are you... what are you going to do to me now?"
As if on cue, the door slid open again and an indigo Pegasus with a broken horn walked through.
"Ah, right on time," Vice said. "Feeling better?"
Lightning Claw nodded. "Yes, sir. The injuries I sustained fighting Dan have healed. I brought the special issue as ordered." He presented the other stallion with a small, gray half-club shaped item.
"Very good," Vice took the device and examined it. He pulled the top part back and then forward, hearing an audible click. "Have you been taking your medication?"
Lightning paused for a moment as if considering the question. "Yes, yes sir."
"Good," Vice replied. He handed him back the special issue. "We've gotten all we need out of this one. Kill him."
"Yes, sir," Lightning Claw said in a monotone. He took the handgun and walked over to the cage.
"What... what are you doing?" Tirek clutched his face.
Lightning said nothing. Holding up his right hoof, he aimed the weapon at Tirek's head.
"No! No-"
PAM! PAM!
Two slugs discharged from the pistol and shot Tirek in the fast. They passed through his hand, through his head and splattered the back wall. The centaur's body immediately went limp and collapsed on the cage floor. Smoke from the barrel of the gun rose to join the remaining wisps of purple in the air.
Lightning Claw suddenly found his hoof shaking. Slowly, he lowered the handgun and turned around. Eyes glued to the floor, he hooved the gun back to Vice Grip.
"It's done, sir," he muttered.
"Good work. Get one of your brothers up here and dispose of the body," Vice patted the Pegasus on the head and walked out.
Unsurprisingly, the Director was just on the other side of the door. "That's a filthy habit," the hooded figure told him.
"What is?" Vice asked. "You mean smoking?"
"No."
"Whatever. I have a phone call to make."
They claim that this is a time of peace. An era of prosperity, of freedom, of equality. An age of harmony. Even some of our subjects say these things... so why is it that when I look around, I see something different?
Clearly, they're not talking about this place.
Zebropolis, the gleaming jewel rising out of the Emerald Jungle like a sword raised to the heavens. Our capital, the proudest of all our great cities is quite literally a shining example of what zebras can accomplish. A testament to our nation's strength and fortitude to build a settlement where the four rivers meet, culminating at the waterfalls that surround our city and provide its power. The tallest buildings rise out of the mists, beacons that all of us encourage to rise towards.
Yet as I walk the golden roads, I can only notice the one thing that will always be out of our reach, higher than everything we have built: the stars. But they're not out of reach of every creature in Equestria. Only out of ours.
The ponies... the coloreds and their horned overseers. They control when the sun rises, when the moon appears. Our proud Zebra Nation can overcome any obstacle, can build and perform feats unimaginable but for some infernal reason, we can't control the stars. For all our great accomplishments, we will never find our place in the sun. Because it belongs to the ponies.
In ages past, Equestria was beset upon by a dark threat that nearly consumed our world. The changelings invaded and like a plague they swept through the lands, seas and skies draining every living creature of emotion and feeling. All of our world was in jeopardy of having the life sucked from it as the hoard of parasites advanced. We, as individuals, as races, as beings united against the invaders. It was together that we achieved victory when our world was in danger.
The unicorns, the horned coloreds were the ones to finally seal the horde's fate. Using their magic, the changelings' powers were sapped and they entered into a state of deep hibernation. Rather than destroy our enemies as would've been wise, however, our shortsighted 'cousins' imprisoned them in a place only they knew. Supposedly, under their care, they would sleep forever. Recently however, I'm shocked to find that this is not the case.
Before the ponies and their arcane leaders used their sorcery to vanquish this threat, it was my kind, the zebras who held the line. As the changelings overtook every nation, my race was chosen to secure the borders as the others fled before the might of the horde. Our brothers and sisters gave their lives to stop them, to buy the ponies the time they needed to put the pieces together so they could build something no other creature could. We slowed the insects with torrents of our own blood so that our allies could find the way to win.
The ponies, the donkeys, the griffons, the thestrals, the dragons and even the sea ponies, all were vulnerable to the changelings. None of them could stand against them. None... except for zebra. Our race had adapted to our environment and because of our stripes, we were something the changelings could not imitate. For all of their deceptive magic, the changelings could not reproduce the markings on our bodies that so uniquely identified us. Each one of us was so different that the horde could not deceive us, could not infiltrate our ranks to feed off us or learn our battle strategies. They were forced to fight us on even terms, hoof against hoof. And they did.
From the conquests of the other regions, the horde seemed unstoppable. We were urged by the unicorns to wage a defensive war, a tactical retreat as they advanced. To buy all the time we could. One zebra, however, chose to do the unthinkable. In the face of an unrelenting assault, my ancestor General Zerg Ling mounted a successful attack.
One night, as the changelings chased our forces back, General Ling retreated to an outpost at the edge of the Everfree. The ponies fell back inside their great castle whereas hastily assembled, wooden fortifications were afforded to Ling and his troops. As the unicorns prepared their ritual, Ling was given the order his superiors had received, superiors he had replaced. His instructions were the same as they always were: hold the line, defend Equestria no matter the cost. Faced with having to protect the shambles he had been given, General Ling made the decision to obey his orders and defend Equestria. And he provided it with the best defense.
With the moon high in the sky, the general and his zebras abandoned their fortifications. Instead, they allowed them to be taken. As the changelings continued to advance without hesitation, Ling and his forces waited. Just as the changelings began to assault the castle, the zebras made an attack of their own. The wooden fortifications behind them ignited, bursting into flames. The horde was divided in an instant and General Ling lead his army in a charge through the ranks of the insects, cutting down unprepared reserves. In an instant, the tides had turned and the changelings were on the defense.
The swarm of parasites was beaten back, forced to retreat as their army's vulnerable columns came under attack. Fires raged, creating a ring around the ponies and their castle. General Ling fought bravely, slaughtering dozens of the invaders for each one of them. But eventually, their strength waned. As their numbers dwindled, the changelings closed their ranks, surrounding the general and his forces. For hours they fought against the darkness, not a single zebra retreated. They never surrendered.
General Zerg Ling and his forces fell valiantly in battle. The time they provided allowed the fires to climb high, creating walls of flame and smoke. The changelings were forced to wait three whole days before advancing on the castle before realizing it had been evacuated. Now, the horde was out of food because none of the zebras had allowed themselves to be taken prisoner to provide them with nourishing emotion. The swarm had been stopped. A week later, the unicorns would perfect their very first shield spell and contain the changeling threat forever.
Today, General Zerg Ling's Rush is remembered proudly as a heroic sacrifice against impossible odds to save the future of all of Equestria. But it is not remembered by the ponies. I see the coloreds so blatantly disregard our contributions, disregard our achievements, I am reminded of this story and what it means to us. Just as General Ling did, we will wait for the moment to make our move. And when it comes, there will be no stopping us.
ring... ring... ring...
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click!
"Hello, General Zen Zeal?"
"Yes?"
"My name is Vice Grip, I represent F.I.S.T, a security organization. I happen to have a proposition for you."
"...I'm listening."
"Have you ever heard of something called Magic Gear?"
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I can't even begin to contain my shiggery
He... He... I... Just... Tirek... Excuse me...
Welp. Even for Tirek that was just straight up cruel.
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I probably shouldn't have tried to write with a fever. Oh well, what's done is done. Tirek's out of the way and Lightning Claw's recovered. Moving on.
Okay, there's a certain line that separates ordinary characters and Mary/Villain Sues. Now, this line is almost entirely dependent on your own, personal preferences, but, for me, one of those lines happens to be an OC villain killing off one of the canon villains.
And, Barro, I'm afraid Vice just passed that line.
Disregard this if this turns out to be non-canon to your Dan Vs. fic.
2466313 So... is that a good thing or a bad thing? You're saying he is a Mary Sue or not? And honestly, whether or not this is canon, which it probably is, the story is an alternate season 4 so Tirek had to be dealt with. In this scenario, following the storyline of season 4, Tirek had been making unauthorized departures from Tartarus which Vice, being a scientist dealing with the problem of extra-dimensional travelers(Phoenix Wright chief amongst them), he sought to investigate. After interrogating and brutally torturing him, he had him executed so he wouldn't be in the way.
Tirek had to be dealt with eventually so I decided to have him taken out of the picture permanently. I'm sorry if this is a Mary/Gary Sue/Stu trait for you but Vice doesn't mess around. In his first appearance, he killed Shifty with a lethal injection. The one person he didn't kill, Phoenix Wright, is a constant pain in his side.
I'm sorry but I have to defend my actions. Vice is a villain; he's going to have to do some villainous things. Honestly, to me, what separates an original character from a Gary Stu is the way in which they do them. Having drawn some inspiration from Metal Gear Solid: Peace Walker before writing this scene and then coming up with it entirely on my own, I'm comfortable to say it's original.