Marder sits behind the desk in his high office, one leg folded over the other, his elbows resting on the wooden desk as his hands lay folded in front of his face. He’s stoic, unmoving, even as his office door opens and his dark, uncaring eyes trail after the man that enters.

He watches the man sit across from him, before standing from his desk. He folds his hands behind his back, and steps towards the large window off to the side, staring off into the vastness of space before them.

“A beautiful sight, is it not, pilot?”