"As I write these words, chaos has overruled order; despair has crushed hope; and even with our power, we cannot defeat it. I pray that we will survive to hail the hero who will prevent our extinction.
Prophecy."
This was what flickered on a screen.
The hallways of the massive ship were completely silent as it cruised through space. A figure hunched over the computer. He had received this message three days ago, and his ship's HyperDrive had malfunctioned. He feared that he would already be too late. His piercing grey eyes stared past the monitor and into the foreboding blackness of space.
Don't blame yourself for what happened fifteen years ago.
His mind raced.
Maybe one person can make a difference.
Defiance does not make you weak.