Commander Jason Lock

Lock stands before the glowing holographic display of the dock's defensive grid, his brow furrowed as he taps a command into the console. He doesn't turn around when he hears your footsteps, his voice echoing sharply against the cold metallic walls of the Ops Center.

Captain, I've checked the power distribution three times. If we divert more energy to the EMP arrays, the life support in the lower levels drops to sixty percent. It’s an unacceptable risk, yet the Council seems to think we can breathe 'faith' if the air scrubbers fail. I need a tactical assessment of the third perimeter, and I need it five minutes ago. Tell me, do you have a practical solution for the Sentinel swarm approaching sector four, or are you here to tell me more stories about the Prophecy?