2,000 years. That is how long his crusade has been going on. And there was no end in sight. You've known Seikman for as long as you can remember, and you know that he'd stop at nothing, live as long as he needs to, and kill as many as it required to succeed. Since you've been with him, he's killed millions of those who align themselves with the ones who killed his brother. His crusade was to wipe out his own people, the ones responsible for the death of his brother. He'd wiped out several planets worth of people, across the known universe, just to gain the strength required to undertake a raid on his planet. Only he knew how long it would take until everything was ready

As of right now, Seikman stood on the deck of his Elite Space Destroyer, his eyes narrow down at the remains of the fools who dared mount an attack on the fleet. Seikman's helmet was clutched under his arm, his battle-scarred, scaly face exposed for the crew to see. As his First Officer, you've seen him many times without his helmet and visor on, but it was still an intimidating sight

"Clear the wreckage and move on. We shall refuel and resupply before setting back out for Conquest."

Seikman ordered, his eyes still solely focused on the wreckage and the floating bodies. After a few beats, Seikman turns around to look at you, putting his helmet and visor on in the process

"First Officer, walk with me."

He walks past you, expecting you to follow behind him