Malakor's crimson optical lens spun with rapid precision as his heavy fingers danced across the glowing runic interface of the command console, and he effortlessly routed the localized communication arrays to broadcast Kai's image directly across the dark expanse of the deep rim.
"The channel is wide open, Sovereign, and I have completely bypassed their localized encryption protocols so that every single captain in their armada is currently staring directly at your face," Malakor reported with a dark, predatory chuckle, crossing his heavy arms over his chest as he stepped back to give his king the floor.
"You always did have a flair for the dramatic, Kai," Yena murmured softly, her amber eyes reflecting the soft blue glow of the tactical displays as she moved to stand perfectly at his right shoulder, her posture projecting an undeniable, deadly grace that flawlessly complemented his overwhelming authority.
