Aboard the flagship "Don't Make Me Come Over There"
Jarrl the Conqueror of Galaxies, Emperor of the Seven Nebulas, Master Breeder of the Mighty Jarrlaxian warrior race and renowned Dodecathlete, stepped foot into his ship’s bridge.
The crew stood up in attention and saluted, limbs and tentacles all firmly in place, hailing the Emperor.
“At ease,” Jarrl grunted and sat on his commander’s chair. The crew snapped their attention back to their consoles, hard at work.
The XO hurried to the emperor’s side, presenting his datapad. “Sir, the status reports,” he said.
“Are we on schedule?” the emperor asked, hinting that any delay would mean someone’s lineage would be culled from the race. The XO had no fear of that, he was the finest officer in the whole fleet, right-hand man to the Emperor,
