An Elite General sat in the command chair of the cruiser. He calmy observed the space before him. Wearing only the bottom layer of his armour, leaving his head free of the large crested helm, his arms free of pauldrons and other furnishments. Purple and blue lights flickered across screens that other Elites monitored along with several Grunts.
He heard the door slide open behind him and he knew who was entering. A large elite, armour fasioned simply as well due to being aboard a ship outside of enemy contact albeit a dark red instead of gold. The General clicked his mandibles as the other Elite stood beside him. "Greetings Brother. To what do I owe this honour." A snarl came from the other Elite. "Spare me your plesantries Shipmaster. I came to recover my glory and you have yet to find a human ship or battle to join." The General shook his head. "Patience Field Marshall. You'll have your battle soon enough." The red Elite snarled at the mockery of his former title. "Careful Brother, remember it is I who holds title of Swordmaster." With that he turned around and left the bridge and the gold Elite returned his gaze forwards, glad to be free of his younger brothers annoying pesterings.
