"The Blood Humanist Society is on the move."
A burly man shifted his blood-red eyes towards the officer who provided the intelligence report. The chamber they were in was dimly lit with torches, an archaic method of lighting that was old-fashioned even before the Era of Expansion.
Yet, the leader of the Blood Cult found himself more comfortable in this archaic setting than in the bright, inorganic lighting systems of modern society.
The air hung with the scent of blood, while the dripping sound of a liquid broke the otherwise cool silence that hung in the air. The air was chill, tingling at the skin.
"They have mobilized a nuclear-powered fleet carrier," the officer reported diligently, kneeling before the man, cloaked in a blood-dyed cloak. "We believe that they are undertaking the mission in Amadeus III in the Strehegeld Star System, the mission pertaining to a potentially infected world, Lord Sarlon."
