Beneath the glow of Seleucia’s monitors, Valkurius lounged in languid contemplation, bronzed skin bare, discolored for the play of vibrant blue and red from the readouts. The chair was cool against his bare back, not yet body-warmed from his impressive heat. Another sleepless night. With Matria Horizonwalker in captivity, they could begin the next step of the plan.
Scattered across the main monitor was a series of maps detailing Dominion outposts, and his augmented eyes raked over the lengthy information cataloged beneath each. They only needed something small, something set apart, something–
A quiet chime announced the arrival of new information, and the Cassian tapped the air in front of him with a quiet thrum in his throat. The maps minimized automatically, and after a moment, the monitor splashed with a bright, flickering image of a familiar face. Valkurius was silent for a long moment, golden gaze lingering on the planes of the holographic features, the lines of puffy scarring across the bridge of his nose, the cocky curl of lips.