Ghosts of the Past...

[Fellow Hoodlum]

"Blood, you are right of course. What was I thinking, never my place to question our
leaders decisions. I am always honoured to share the same piece of space with our
Lords. You know me though, like to be in the thick off it."
Glock whispered quietly. The silence was not so stifling now, the ship not quite as still.
Minute bursts from the attitude thrusters corrected its position occasionally.
"Though, these weapons are beyond my even my thirst for destruction. Point one of
these babies in the wrong direction, and there will be nothing left to enlighten in the
whole of Sirius."
Destruction at sub-atomic level took care of absolutely anything. Even Glock had to
admit, that was a scary thought.
"I shall sit and meditate on the fate of Sirius then, and await our destiny."

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."