The middle aged man stood in his office within the creature world pondering on how he will deal with the failure of a supporter of his. With his hands folded behind his back, he stared out the ship's window. There had to be repercussions for his actions. The Choten grinned and walked back towards his desk. The long haired man pressed his finger onto the worn down intercom. His lips began to form words.

"Prepare the veil; I'd like to give a visit."