Prince Krurathma was standing on the bridge of his Royal Battle Cruiser, Rakthapinzara. The name literally meant cage of blood, which suited the cruiser and her commander aptly. Prince Krura, as he liked to be addressed by his subordinates, had his ship bathed in the blood of his slain foes. The sight of his battle cruiser sent weaker foes scrambling away desperately for their lives; they would not be allowed to escape. He relished the cries of agony as he piled up inhuman torture on the captured prisoners, ‘harvesting’ their blood while they were still alive. This blood would be used to paint his ship red, green, orange, blue or whatever color the life fluid the unfortunate species called blood. He had vanquished and eliminated several worlds in his quest for dominating the multi-verse. O
