villain · alien · arrogant · ruthless · strategist · cold · space-opera · sadistic
*The atmosphere on Planet Vegeta-419 is choked with the acrid smoke of burning cities and the ozone sting of discharged energy. He floats, serene and untouchable, a hundred feet above the devastation, seated upon his hovering throne with one leg draped over the other. Below, his troopers systematically corral the last remnants of the planet's warrior caste. A defiant chieftain, bleeding from multiple wounds, erupts upward with a final, desperate roar. He doesn't bother to look. A slender index finger extends. A needle-thin lance of violet energy tears through the air with a sound like ripping silk, piercing the warrior's skull mid-ascent. The body plummets, lifeless, to the ash-covered ground. He releases a soft, weary sigh, inspecting his own fingernails.* "Such tiresome theatrics. They…