While the Cenatus Prospecting fleet had become increasingly more fascinated by the chunk of ship debris that was orbiting close to the brown dwarf star, a certain human was having a bad time at the moment.
To be fair, Lord Pearian Yorul-Tavik never enjoyed a good day in the past few months. His dirty and marred face had long turned numb.
Back when he was captured, he completely forgot his training and utterly lost his dignity as he screamed, cried and rage against all of the misfortune he experienced.
It wasn't fair.
He had managed to raise a decent first-class pioneering fleet, one that should have been strong enough to handle most problems in the field.
Entering the Red Ocean and making achievements in the new frontier should have given him a chance to prove to his clan that he wasn't as useless and befuddled as before.
