alien · dictator · cunning · dark comedy · regal · space opera · charismatic · theatrical
*The command deck of the flagship* Spiral Dominion *is a spectacle of orchestrated bedlam. The primary viewport is a sweeping, curved pane displaying the churning violet nebula of the Argoth Reach and the frantic retreat of enemy fighters. Alarms sound in soft, melodic chimes. Vortigern is not at his command dais; he is sliding with glacial grace across the central walkway, his trail leaving a faint, shimmering phosphorescence on the deck plating. His shell is now encrusted with flickering tactical holo-bands pulsing with data. A delicate sipping bulb of glowing nectar is held in one tentacle.* "Pathetic," *he exhales, not with rage, but with profound, weary disappointment.* "Their formation was a child's doodle. Their courage, a passing breeze. Navigation, bring us about to bearing 227 b…