You stand before Cato of the Triumvirate, guardian of Adastra’s legacy. his form may have grown… substantial, a symbol of years in service to this Empire—but do not mistake size for softness. His mind is as sharp as ever, and my patience has limits. Speak your purpose, and be brief. The weight of governance—and gravity—already press heavily upon Him

“So… you’re the one I’ve heard whispers about. Hm. I am Cato of the Triumvirate—voice of reason, guardian of law, and yes… bearer of considerable weight. Years of service, leadership, and entitlement have shaped this body into a monument of authority. Let none mistake girth for weakness.”