Khalla-Nova.
"I did not experience his power, I at least agree that he is dangerous but isn't it a bit of a stretch to call him a sleeping apocalypse?" The short Captain in glasses sat next to Victor and crossed her legs, playing with the ring on her finger as she reminisced on how the entire collective had shifted to Sol's will.
On his ship once more General Victor Flint was seated with his cheek rested on his fist and his other hand tapping his chair impatiently as they travelled through the dead universe on their way to another.
"I'm telling you, Cecelia, that boy is a proper monster if I've ever witnessed one, I should have killed him when I had the chance," the general answered her inquiry with a trickle of sweat rolling down his forehead. "I fucked up, this will cost the Emporium."
"Sir-"