Admiral Malakor planted his heavy, star-forged hands firmly against the edge of the circular holotable, and the massive tactical projection instantly flared with a brilliant crimson light, completely illuminating the tense faces of the Winter Star's command staff as they gathered within the silent expanse of the primary war room.
"The stealth frigates have officially returned from the deep rim, Sovereign, and the intelligence they gathered is absolutely staggering," Malakor reported smoothly, his crimson optical lens spinning with a rapid, predatory focus as he gestured toward a massive cluster of hostile icons gathering near the edge of the charted sector.
