A hologram lying dormant on his desk suddenly came to life, bypassing the normal waiting message due to its urgency. The imposing figure of Phaedrus, one of the senior Commanders of the Federation and a legendary warrior in his own right, stood on the other side. No one had ever seen the face that lies behind the unadorned black mask, or the body underneath the large cloak and body armor. He spoke in a voice that was filtered through a voice distorter, yet also was somehow crisp and trustworthy. "Captain Volkov, report."