Phaedrus tilts his head slightly, unused to being spoken to in such a manner. He appears unarmed, besides a metal canister on his hip that appears to be like a hilt of some sort... Yet he makes no move towards his weapon, and instead explains the situation, "The Galactic Federation is not the Empire, nor do we aspire to be such. The Empire was an anomalous occurrence, set in the precisely ideal time for it to flourish. The Federation has never been so fatefully lucky, and so it was built on the backs of men, instead of fell beasts like Hallwinter and the Genesis. I was just a boy then, in the dying days of the Empire, forced into manhood by the realities of warfare, cursing the events that lead to my conscription." He turns to face Wilson, "A war that could have been ended by Hallwinter before it began. As you know, the Empire had been besieged by the Sol Alliance, the Dread, and many, many other forces, and with the Emperor disappeared, they were uncoordinated and indecisive in their battles. Yet, they always had a safeguard: a doomsday collection of enough armaments to destroy all of their enemies, perhaps hundreds of thousands of times over. These weapons were imprecise, imperfect, yet they could have saved lives consumed by war. I was placed in charge of an AI, set on the Exalin cruiser, with codes that could activate the Ragnarok fleet: cruisers outfitted with hyperspatial weaponry with limitless potential in warfare, bound for Calypse, the capital, where they could be activated. But when Hallwinter discovered my motives, he betrayed be, broke me, and left me for dead in cryostasis, where I was left for hundreds of years, as the Empire finally collapsed. Every trouble faced by the Federation today, by the Rebels, and by the Alliance, could have ended centuries ago. We'd be living in a utopia, never before seen in this galaxy. But it all depends on Hallwinter. It all rests on what he does."