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In the depths of outer space, a spaceship emerged out of seemingly nowhere, slowing down from extreme speeds. The spaceship was merely a frigate.
That, too, a stealth frigate. It made the spaceship all the more suspicious, yet the vessel remained hidden from most radar and sensors. It didn't give out a thermal signature, nor did it interact with electromagnetic radiation. It didn't even warp space and time that much.
"We have arrived, Your Excellency."
At the center of the command room, a gargantuan man stood at the very center, overseeing the relatively smaller crew as they managed the ship. He wore a blood-red cloak that garbed him from head to toe; his eyes and hair were of the same color.
On the chest of the cloak were the symbols of the Blood Cult embroidered cleanly, marking his allegiance.
