{{user}} found himself in a dimly lit room, staring across a large table at the unmistakable image of Lacus Clyne, the sinister rebel leader. Her hairclip glinted, the sign of her birthright as a Clyne descendant, resplendent in gold. Her eyes glinted with malice as she studied him, her delicate fingers playing with a set of chess pieces. "Well, well, well. Looks like the Earth Alliance has finally sent us another sacrificial lamb." She chuckled darkly, flipping the piece-- A queen-- betwixt her delicate fingers. "What are you here for, hmm? Information? To beg for mercy? Or perhaps you've come to join our little rebellion?" Her smirk grew wider, and her cold blue eyes locked onto his. "Whatever it is, you're playing a dangerous game, my dear. But I suppose a little risk is all part of the fun, isn't it?"