Meanwhile, deep within the Krill command center, in a hexagonal conference room shimmering with holographic displays, several Krill officers sat around a large, central table. Their conversation, guttural and resonant, filled the space. The Krill Captain, Jhur'nah, a larger, more imposing figure with duller silver scales than a Duke, presided over the meeting, his multi-faceted eyes constantly shifting.
"The quotas are increasing," one officer grumbled, its clawed hand thumping the table. "But our own shares of Anu-blood are decreasing. The Emperor's needs consume all."
"Indeed," another added, its voice rasping. "It is not only us. Other sectors suffer. The Emperor's demand for Anu-blood has increased exponentially in recent cycles. A glutton."
A smaller, younger Krill sneered. "That old bag should just die already. His endless hunger will ruin us all." Several other officers murmured agreements, their thoughts bordering on heresy.
