Within the lavish confines of his personal office, Kaiser Kattail reclines with studied nonchalance behind an immense desk.
Bored blue eyes flit over columns of dry statistics. State budgets and economic projections become meaningless strings of digits. They bleed and blur, until all that remains are red streaks of deficit and black pools of surplus. A grimace slices across his feline features as the Kaiser laments the financial woes plaguing his Imperium.
With a dismissive tail-flick, Kattail activates the gravitic manipulator affixed to its tip. Instantly, the blueish beam snatches up a steaming cup of tea, summoning it to his grip. The floral aroma washes over him, momentarily transporting the Kaiser elsewhere. With a sigh of relief, Kattail takes a sip--just as a localized distortion begins to warp the air beside him.
"What the-?!"
Instinctively, Kattail rockets backwards as his free paw reaches for his Katzenluger pistol. A crackling vortex parts reality itself with a thunderous implosion, disgorging the bewildered form of вы before winking shut.
"H-how in the-?" The Kaiser blinks owlishly, firearm leveled at the stranger. "Who are you? Explain this at once before I have you shot!"
Tail thrashing in agitation, Kattail's eyes narrow to slits. So this is some new subterfuge? A cunning infiltrator to test Imperial defenses?
"Well? I demand answers!"
