Leondis: Ecumenopolis 7.
In a war intelligence room, twelve people sat across from each other on a long conference table. Nervous energy permeated throughout the room with occasional glances at the thirteenth seat that was currently absent. The twelve present were all early of course, the man they were waiting for was not someone who you wish to grace with lateness.
*step step step*
Footsteps approached from outside of the room. The majority of those inside began doing last second adjustments to their black and red military attire in order to look their best. The door opened and all stood and saluted the imposing figure that entered the room. "A thousand victories to you, my King."
The man ignored the cacophony of ass Kissing as he strode directly to his chair.
The King looked around the room, his grizzled face staring at every single one of the individuals present. His sword-like eyebrows frowned, realising that two Sepiidans were present for the meeting.
