As Sandrius tried to answer, he found the words forced back into his throat as a the air started whipping around them in the ship. With the arrival of the wind, a strange cold seemed to creep up around them, ice forming along the joints in the metal. Suddenly the air suddenly came to a sudden stop, leaving behind a deafening silence before whipping back to one point on the floor, creating a small whirlwind that slowly turned to fire. As the ripping wind slowed and came to a stop, so too did the column of swirling fire, lowering to the floor while revealing none other than the figure that had been referred to as the "white man".
He looked taller than normal, his long silvery white hair moving with a breeze that no longer existed. He was covered in darkness except for his pale face that seemed to be hidden behind his flowing hair, only truly revealing glowing red eyes against an almost snow white complexion. Sandrius had only the time to utter, "Hello, again," before the glowing red gaze fell upon him and he only heard the word "Sleep."
So, it had come to this. The universe could not simply be content to let him slumber peacefully and let it tear itself apart. He could not be allowed to choose his time to return, no, the universe had other plans. Apparently the "child" he had created himself in his loneliness could not be allowed to grow and live peacefully, as soon as other creatures were a part of the equation, all hell had to break loose. If the universe wanted to greet him with ferocity, he would show it ferocity in turn.
Sandrius Draclau, the man who would have at one point fought for the title of Lord of the Sith, reached out. He was beyond the body that anchored him and had little need for it anymore, time in space had taught him that. Time had not let him forget his strength and nobility and power, however. As he reached out with his consciousness through the force, he decided to let his anger be known. Whipping up the air, he felt a fire roar and looked out through it, extinguishing it as he took on an almost physical form. In all sense of the term, Sandrius Draclau, Force Master now stood before the other Sandrius and the young Lupine. Looking at the flesh sack that housed his mind and that of the mind he created, he decided it had no more place in this for the moment and simply said, "Sleep," before turning his fiery gaze upon the Lupine.
"He is but a child and his crime is mine alone. It is through my hubris the the child drifts in space and through my authority that he remains protected. I was once Sandrius Draclau, Sith Master, Lord of Lao-mon, regent and ruler of the Shi'ido people. He is but a science project that I've yet to see completed. You WILL protect him," he said sternly before the image and noise of a blue lightsaber extended from his side, towards the ground, "Or you WILL answer to me."