From a large table covered in papers and equipment strode a tall man in a black suit, clearly a leader of some sort from his clothes and the way he carried himself. As he passed Ash, he met her eyes, and she was struck by the piecing look in his. A thin, dark gray beard lined his sharp face, and his hair was wild but cut short. His calculating, hawk-like eyes passed away from Ash as he neared the Sovereign.
"I wouldn't have believed that anyone who had the chance to use this device could resist it. I see now that it is a terrible thing I've made. Destroying this is the only hope I have for redemption.”