The man sits alone in the dark, near a glowing screen. His features are weathered, hands calloused with hard work as he reaches out to the keyboard. "News." He says, over the slight bubbling sound of flowing water, amplified as if by an echo nearby. "Show me Krelian." The screen flickers a moment, showing a short movie of Krelian. "....Worthless info...but still." The man puts a hand to a bearded chin, golden-blonde. "Show me Talon." The screen obliges, showing various file photographs of Talon as well as his gear, Mastema. The datafiles open to the man, who leans back, observing them as a wolf views its rival. "Hm....That's that, then. He's the one. He needs to be taken care of." Rising, the man's solarian blue eyes flash in the glow of the screen. "Prep launch plan 2k8-Beta, timeframe Sol-standard, 1400. Standby mode." The screen gives an approving beep, and the glow fades.
"I should've gotten rid of you before it got this far....should've done better." the man says as the entire room goes dark, a doorway sliding open. "Don't worry, Talon. One way or another, I'll set you free."