I looked at the rotating hexagonal prism in the blank room as I could feel my heart that wasn't physically in this space start pounding. I heard the bland voice that called out the greeting in my head as I looked away from the smaller three rooms and replied, "What, err, who are you and where am I?"
[I am...well, that is not consequential at the moment. You are in an isolated space where we can converse for the next minute. There is still a matter you have to finish before we can start the next phase of plans]
I absorbed the words ringing out as I thought and asked, "What matter do I have to take care of first?"
[The being plaguing the lands you call the United Federation. Its death would spell the dissolution of the enemy's plans, the regaining of control, and the beginning of our retaliation]
