The lone figure floating in a the outskirts of gamma takes a deep sigh and hung his head down. he shivers and shudders with Anger, disappointment and sorrow.
How could this have happend.....
How could he really tell the council what was happening.
OPG...the well wishers of the brotherhood were being being ousted due to a self imposed ban.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO", he yelled in his chambers as the over whelming pain of the seeing his brain child die.....in the midst of testosterone, mindless anger and frustration.
No....he had to stay quiet for now and wait. The time was just not right...
The figure looked out the port window of his chambers. The Emarald colored Nebula was gleaming as beutifully as he remembered. THe dreadnaught moved slowly away from it....