Excerpt from Vengeance of the Gods.

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He walked again the cramped halls of his ship, down the elevators until he reached the main launch platform. Dropships and fighter crafts, all shaped like birds, sat dormant in the hall. Murka’s in their brown uniforms were lined up orderly, their one-handed rifles hanging at their side. These were weapons for the weak. He was already powerful for one of the Graul, but his new power made him a rival to the gods themselves.
Urgarak held his head high as a ship sped into the hold, slender and ornate, a jewel of their craft but not equipped for battle. It landed with a dull thud and from it stepped a Graul like Urgarak, though his skin was covered in less red scales than the general’s. Lucast’s hooked from his jaw and levelled out either side of his face. His golden chest piece was ceremonial, but everything else was loose fitting as though he expected a battle.
“You will leave now Urgarak.” Lucast ordered without any of the customary formalities, “Forget this venomous dream of you and your kin.”
Urgarak’s arms raised in feigned surrender, “And where is Ilmgral’s fleet to stop me or do they stand by the judgement that Thomas Lita is a criminal, like these earthlings harbouring him.”
The silence told him all that he needed to know, “I have an army Ambassador.”
Lucast looked at the Murka’s, “Of slaves.”
“They were freed from bondage when they joined our cause, slavery is a product of your profession, not mine.”
Lucast lifted his arms and the metal armour around the Murka’s began to constrict, not enough to hurt them just to make them uncomfortable, “They still wear metal as our slaves did of old. Is that so they cannot argue against you Urgarak?”
“They do not fear me.” Urgarak took a step forward, “They fear the power I possess.” His arm shot outwards and from his fingers black smoke charged.
Lucast’s eyes widened in fear and a shield of fire burst out of his hands and met with the smoke which ignited, screaming as it did. When it subsided, Lucast breathed heavily, strained from that small encounter with the Darkness, “The use of that weapon is illegal.”
“As you can see Ambassador.” Urgarak’s eyes began to leak the same dark smoke that had charged at Lucast, “My power has outgrown yours. The curse of Scaraden runs through my veins and soon Thomas Lita will succumb to the darkness that I weild.”
Urgarak moved with frightening speed and darkness charged for Lucast whose only defence was to throw fire as a shield. With a duck he charged back onto his ships and fired up the engines. Urgarak felt the metal of the ship and tried to hold it but the thrusters ripped it from his control, “FOOL.” Urgarak barked as the craft went for the exit, “Let him go, if I cannot strip his mind from his body then he must live.”