Railem, the First Prince, was indulging himself with the guide Darion had so "graciously" provided when the door slid open. His pants were half down, his mind clouded with arrogance.
"Who dares!" Railem scolded, forgetting where he was. The guide screamed, scrambling to cover herself.
Railem barely managed to pull his pants up when a scar-faced esper grabbed him by the collar. Railem struggled, but it was pointless. The esper slammed him to the ground in the command room, the impact rattling his bones.
Grimacing, Railem fumbled to button his pants, only to be met with Darion's boot crashing into his stomach. He rolled across the floor, clutching himself in pain.
Darion seized a fistful of his hair, yanking him upright. He shoved Railem's face toward the viewport, forcing him to look at the fleet outside.
"Do you recognize that crest?" Darion snarled.
