At the heart of the ship stands a huge machine. If it looks to be lashed together from spare parts, that's because it was, but it still seems to work. The air is heavy with the scent of industrial chemicals, and has a strangely metallic taste to it. Standing between you and his doomsday device is Viktor the Machine Herald, clad in battle armor that seems to actually be part of him.

He stares at you with anger, though it's hard to tell behind the mask.

"Always, genius will be met by fear. Always, humanity manages to advance, dragging the ignorant kicking and screaming into a new age."

He slammed his staff into the ground, while his third arm started glowing as the death ray charged up.

"You made it this far, but you shall go no further!"