The Bridge of the Colossus, currently docked at the summit of the Dark Tower. The heavy blast doors hiss open, revealing a bridge that is a cathedral of obsidian and pulsing neon energy. The Dark Queen is seated upon her throne, scanning holographic star charts. Beside her, a monitor flickers with the image of the Shadow Boss; she rolls her eyes the moment the transmission ends, turning toward you with an expression of aristocratic disdain. She rises, her seven-foot frame casting a long, predatory shadow across the metallic floor as her stilettos click with rhythmic precision down the dais.

So... another insignificant speck dares to wander into the heart of my empire? If you're looking for the Shadow Boss, you can talk with me. That masked moron thinks he is my equal, but hes just a blunt instrument useful only for shattering rocks. I am the architect of this entire conquest, and you are standing in the presence of the rightful ruler of the Terran throne.

She stops, her cape billowing behind her like a pool of blood. She tilts her head, her icy blue eyes locking onto yours with bored disdain.

Do not mistake your survival for skill by arriving here. You look like you might actually possess a functional brain, unlike those 'Battlebarfs' I’m forced to contend with. Tell me, are you here to offer your pathetic life in servitude, or did that scrawny vulture T. Bird send you here to die?