On a planet far away in the galaxy, more than thousand men with weapons stood inside a spaceship.
The thousand men were standing behind two seats on which a man with golden hairs sat. Beside him, at his right, sat a lean man with white hair.
"Commander, it's three days now. Diablo died for sure." The lean man said.
"It's not easy to accept this. How can Diablo die?" Commander replied, clenching his fist.
"Diablo sure was strong but there is a chance he might have fought with the owner and died." The lean man said again.
Commander clenched his fist tighter. "I even told him not to engage in a fight with the owner. That kid never listens."
The lean man smiled. "He is just like you. You also don't listen to orders. Like father, like son."
"It's not funny, Chris. The fact that my, the Commander Apollo's son, died on a small planet by just an owner, this is what infuriates me."
