"My Lord, we have failed you."
Those were the first words that left the mouth of Fifnis' holographic projection, the expression he was portraying more desolate than resolute.
"You sacrificed yourself to protect us, but we still lost. Your brother, Lord Boomfest, along with Lord Relis and Lady Sgarlot led the rest of our people to fight for a chance, but they never came back. The aliens we have looked down on have left us with only the few of us left behind to guard you. They hunted us, and we only survived due to luck, after losing more than half of those remaining."
Fifnis turned to look to the side, as if searching for his home far in the distance, the desolate air around him looking so lonely.
"Gars is no more, my Lord."
Turning back to face the front, Fifnis continued, his voice calm:
