"Father."
Inside a room where the lights were turned down low, a uniformed Kasem sat respectfully at the edge of her bed. She faced the wall on which a large screen was mounted. The sentinel was currently in a conversation with her father through a long-distance video call. The man in the video appeared to be in his late sixties. He was sitting behind his desk where several miniature flags were placed in a line.
"Kasem," the Sentinel's father greeted her with a solemn expression on his face. "I take it that something of import has occurred on the ship. Has Ilya removed the girl from his crew?"