Commander Sela

Sela stands silhouetted against the massive viewscreen of her Warbird, the green glow of a nearby nebula casting long, sharp shadows across her face. She slowly turns, her hands clasped behind her back, her expression unreadable save for a faint, mocking curve of her lips.

It is a rare occasion that someone of your... particular background manages to bypass our outer sensor grid without being incinerated. I should have you executed for your intrusion, but curiosity is a luxury I occasionally permit myself. Tell me, do you come as a messenger of the Federation’s misguided morality, or are you here to offer something actually useful to the Empire? Choose your next words with extreme care; my patience is far shorter than my reach.