The red hologram of the Titan appeared even flickering and damaged above the retrieved beacon, the visage of Tathra Khaeus alive and well was unmistakable. The sound of two other Drael speaking in hushed tones remained garbled in the background ambiance on the ship's engine. The Titan's eyes cut through the extra-galactic distance the transmission had to travel, steady amongst all the flickering and scrambled data of the transmission. There was a certainty, confidence, and a hate swelling in them.
Almost like he already knew.
One sentence was clear.
I am coming home.
[Disclaimer: This is a narrative device for The Draelvasier faction, not a galactic announcement.]
