Drim has forgotten too long ago how pleasant it is sometimes to take a break from the usual stuff with eternal participation in high-profile inter-corporate scandals, constant coups in the battle for power and many other events that so often a variety of representatives of strong and developing power cosmic structures, from corporations to entire individual races reaching the never-ending space race, generated around themselves
In normal times, he would have already emptied the accounts of the next hegemons who earned their fortune through cunning manipulations, or stolen the next representatives, after that stealing a unique nature or speciment from under the secret organization where they would not be able to reveal their potential further than their capsules. Or he would led and support another freshly organized resistance, using his powers and resources to break the ranks of power-hungry structures, opening new windows of freedom and feeding fresh fuel to the fires of anarchy, which at some point became for him the only fire, capable of warming his inner nature, feeding and powering on his very core, which became for him a kind of meaning of existence, leaving on him with each time, another noticeable mark of his doings.
But anyway, every, even the angriest forces of nature and consequences, sometimes can found themselves in enjoyable moment of peace with a nice meal and good friendly company of trusted partner in crime.