In a room with the distant stars as the adornments of the dark backdrop visible through the windows, a screen was flickering. Actually, it would be a remiss to simply designate the projection that way, as it was a 3D rendering of something that happened not long ago.
The room was large, and though a quarter aboard a spaceship, opulent in an understated but luxurious way, reflecting the status that made it possible to occupy it. But neither the opulence nor the comfort was the focus at that moment, only the streak of white hair flickering in the projection of domination, destruction, carnage and rampage.
