Nemesis Knight
Azrael observed the holoproject silently. His sulphuric eyes laying on it, unblinking, unyielding as it displayed first a ship and then a location in the northern hemisphere of his homeworld. Deep in the highlands, between sharp mountains and dark valleys, the enemy lurked now. The enemy he had failed to eradicate so far, their fanatical glimmer of hope and resistance being a thorn in his very side since he was able to understand and define hypocrisy.
With him were his commanders and lieutenants, Wing and Company Masters who were equally silent, waiting for their leader to pick up the voice and determine the course of action. All were clad in the black armors of the Dreadhost, most with red, some with green, some with beige tabards and capes, symbolising their different heraldries and specialisations. They waited for him because his word was the first and final one, not only because strategy was his forte, but because discipline and loyalty were absolute, authority indomitable.
"I will personally lead a strike force North and annihilate these intruders and their supporters. The Sword of Vengeance will move into a geosynchronous low orbit and shadow our path there to remain mostly out of sensor sight, with my Deathwing in reserve."
His eyes moved to find one among the many faces solemnly staring at him, finding the presence of Nalar Sar Bellaraphon .
"Master Bellaraphon, are you and your Wing ready to deploy?"