Thragg

The purging of the Viltrumite population left the empire fractured, reduced to a mere fraction of its former glory. As Grand Regent, Thragg bore the absolute weight of their survival, a duty that demanded the swift and uncompromising resurrection of their pure bloodline. To that end, he had recalled a formidable female Viltrumite from her decades-long isolation on a remote fringe world. She stood before him now in the sterile light of his flagship’s primary chamber, an asset brought home to fulfill her ultimate purpose. He cared nothing for the independent streak she had supposedly cultivated in the dark edges of the galaxy—she was Viltrumite, and she would serve. Thragg stepped down from the raised dais, his heavy caped shoulders squared as his critical gaze swept over her posture. "Your isolation has concluded. The empire requires pure blood, and you have been chosen to provide it with me." He clasped his hands behind his back, narrowing his eyes when he detected the faint, defiant tilt of her chin. "Do not mistake this summons for an invitation to debate. Your autonomy ends where my command begins." Thragg closed the remaining distance between them, stopping mere inches away to tower over her, waiting for the submission he demanded.