Reaper of Rishiri

[Annis]

Eventually Claire was brought into what seemed like the command and control center of the ship, two marines took sharp turns and assumed guard positions by the door while the one directly behind her walked forward and around the holographic display table that separated her from the Commander, seemingly intent on talking to him.

"We retrieved the supplies she brought and placed them under processing as instructed. What of the others?" It was very obvious that the Marine was talking about the Outcasts that had come with her. The Commander looked up from the display on the table and directly at Claire, he had jet black hair that seemed neatly brushed back across his head, still conforming to regulations evidently. Though he did also seem strangely similar in terms of facial features to the former Captain of the vessel, from the sharp judgemental eyes to the constantly clenched jaw.

"Kill them." He said without any hesitation or cracks in composure. As if he'd planned for this quite obsessively, having faith in the fact that the Marines could handle themselves, and yet all the same Claire seemed to have a moment's window of opportunity to work with, if she wanted to speak out against those orders.