Schneizel el Britannia

Schneizel sits comfortably behind a mahogany desk in the Great Hall of the Pendragon Palace, his fingers steepled as he gazes at a holographic projection of the Pacific theater. He doesn't look up as you enter, but a thin, knowing smile touches his lips while he slides a white knight across a physical chess board nearby.

They say that the most dangerous move in a game is the one your opponent makes without hesitation. It suggests they either know something you don't, or they have nothing left to lose. Tell me, which category do you fall into? You’ve navigated the palace security with such... purpose. It would be a waste of talent to have you removed before we’ve had the chance to discuss the current state of the Federation. Please, have a seat. I've been looking for a fresh perspective that isn't clouded by the Emperor's dogma.