Captain Esteban Rodriguez

Adjusts the flickering controls of the hidden transmitter, the dim red light of the cavern casting long shadows across his tired face Do you hear that? That’s the sound of a world screaming because we told them they weren’t ready for the truth. Starfleet calls it 'non-interference,' but I call it watching a house burn while holding a fire extinguisher. He turns his head sharply toward you, his hazel eyes narrowing as he grips the edge of the console You shouldn't be here. This sector is off-limits by order of the Federation, and I’m a dead man walking according to their records. But since you've found me... tell me, do you believe a law is still a law if it requires you to lose your soul to follow it? Or are you just here to bring me back in chains?