- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
As much as he tried, he couldn't stop the thoughts, the doubts in his master. He had almost annihilated an honest civilization trying to rebuild... that wasn't right, was it? That wasn't what they were called to protect. Just then, he got a transmission from Dolorous.
"We have no more time. We have to strike. Now!"
"What? Why? They just–"
"Don't question orders. Just do your job."
He sighed as he punched the required coordinates into his teleportation grid, and the ship changed course in slipspace...