There it is again. Aliens, ships, galaxies. Now also a Republic, a Confederacy and something called the Clone Wars. If Wesker has any opinions to either of that, he doesn’t voice it, but given the sharp glance he casts over his shoulder and deep red glow that can be seen around the edge of his dark frames, he remains irritated in at least some way.

The appearance of a large building up ahead is a welcome alternative and Wesker nods forward. “Is that it?” The hangar.