Here we are, making peace with the people who took everything from me. I HATE them right?.... I don't know. Every day I wake up and think of my wife in a prison camp. I think of her smile and her hair, how she could walk out of a flight simulation that caught fire and look like nothing happened, how she sang in the shower, and how she sang our twins to sleep every night. I think of the day the twins were born and how I couldn't be there, and how when we were forced to marry against our will at 15 she didn't resent me, how we learned to love each other, and how I felt when she was gone. But I have a life now. I have a star ship and a good crew and friends. Apollo and John are at each other's throats, but they are friends, always there when I need help.
There goes the empress her metal armor clinging to her body and a deep red cape billowing behind her as she brazenly walks up the steps. All the Enyonites bowing as she walked past. She walks up on the stage where she greets Ambassador Pater from Ceo. This is our second attempt at peace the first one went badly, rouges from each side killed the last ambassador.