"Hey Grief, hey Grief, wake up!"

My ear twitched and I started to groan, a few seconds later I felt a hard punch to my stomach. Suddenly my eyes both went wide open as I looked in a blurry haze to find that out of all people, my sister Scylla had socked me in the gut to wake me up in my own room!

"Gah! What the crap, sis?"

"I told you to get up two times."

"Why are you in my room? Get outta my room!"

"Nuh uh, daddy's generals want us to come speak with them in the meeting room. It's an order.I just did what they told me to do."

"Grrr! I don't take orders from them! They're not our dad! They can choke for all I care!"

"Grief, it's important! Now get up and come on!"

As Scylla exited the room I had half a mind to toss a pillow at the back of her stupid gingered head. However knowing how dense she is I soon realized that she couldn't have came here without it being a major issue. All month things have been going bad for the Federation. After dad died we were left leaderless. Without proper leadership we suffered defeat after defeat. All I wanted to do was curl up in my room and sleep it all away like it was a bad dream. However, I soon realized the nightmare was going to soon get worse.

Putting on my purple slippers, I got up and walked out the door of my room to follow my sister towards the meeting room in the Central Administration Building. The mood as I went through the halls was even more depressing than normal. All the soldiers and officers didn't even have on their normal blank expressions, no a aura of weariness and anxiety was what removed this. Passing every soldier it looked like they were all trying to hold in the urge to cry, it was bizarre and creepy to see this from the finest soldiers my father could muster before his demise.

Soon I arrived at the guarded door where the meeting was supposedly taking place within. The two soldiers their were in the standard old AMA uniforms that were grey, they gave me a lefthanded salute and I did so in return. In their eyes they seemed nervous, and soon I became nervous inside as I tried to hide it.

"Master Griefan, the Commandant wishes for you to come in."

"Okay?"

They opened the doors by typing in a code and the reinforced automatic doors slowly opened with a loud moan of a motor. One of them nodded to me and I entered the room as the door closed slowly behind me. Inside the interior of the room was a scene that could only be described as pathetic. At the meeting table was various members of my father's old 'Commandant', or his cabinet of advisors, top ranking officers, and other important members of the Federation. All throughout the room I could tell something was up. As soon as I entered they all stared at me as if they were a bunch of clueless students looking to receive directions from a teacher, and I was the teachers pet. The only one not showing a sort of incompetent stupor was my sister, who was in the corner and trying to stare outside the window.

"Greetings young master Griefan, it's..good..that you could attend this."

"What's going on?"

One of them stood up. He appeared to have sighed as the man dressed in a grey uniform with a grey cap with a crimson red band put his cap down from his head and placed it on the table. No doubt he was a member of the Grey Party, my father's old political movement that was established during the years of the Revolution. However I never seen such a staunch party supporter just as this show this sort of expression on his face. There was no doubt in my mind that the man was just as broken as we all were.

"Young master Griefan, it has come to the majority decision of the Commandant of the Federation that we, we, it has been decided that the forces of the Anti Mobian Army pull out from the war and from the prime world."

At this my blood started to surge. What this man said filled me full of anger. After all the lives who were lost in the Bombing of Siag, and through the 'Great Dimensional War' that my father fought, and just recently died for, and now this smuck was informing me that all the rats in the room voted for us to surrender?

"Are you nuts? That's it? You're just going to surrender to our enemies? After ALL my father stood for and all the lives lost, you're going to just throw in the towel now?"

"I'm sorry Grief, it cannot be helped. Without acquitted leadership the Federation simply cannot go on. There is just no way we could conceivable way we can continue the fight. We brought you here, along with young lady Scylla to be present when we negotiate the terms."

"Chickens! All of you! You're a bunch of chickens! No! I will not let you do this to my father's dream! Scylla, we cannot let them do this to us!"

"I-I dunno Grief. Both daddy and mommy are gone, we can't win without dad."

"So this is it? We just quit?"

"It's not like that Griefan, we're going to try to negotiate for a favorable surrender. Perhaps we can create terms that would allow us to still come out relatively unscathed."

"Terms? If you think after all those people we fought they're just going to go easy on us than you're delusional! They will enslave us! Dad knew this.."

The members of the Commandant all shook their heads, save for one brown furred major in a grey uniform. Merci, a soldier dad placed to watch over me with the army in the major had a blank expression on his face. He didn't like it either.

One of the men typed on a console on the table and on a monitor came the image of a man in a civilian like politician uniform. From what could be made out he appeared to be what the humans call 'a president'. The man was just as confused as Scylla and myself were as his image appeared on the feed.

"What is the meaning of this? Who is this?" The man asked.

"We are the representatives from the government of the Moebian Federation. We are hailing you, to speak with you on behalf of the people of the Anti Moebian Federation. We wish to negotiate a potential peace agreement between our two respective entities."

"A peace agreement? Well this IS then, what do you have for us?"

My body surged with anger and I couldn't hold it back anymore. I looked around for any object I could until I fount a vacant chair. Moving over to it I grabbed it and with my nature enhanced strength I've picked it up, much to the shock of everyone and even the human leader in the room.

"This!" was all that was let out from my mouth before I furiously tossed the chair straight at the monitor. All the people in the room were shaken up. The chair impacted the monitor and destroyed it. In my animosity I was growling and panting.

"You fool! What have you done?" one of the officers near me let out.

At this I didn't hesitate to demonstrate to the coward just who exactly the fuck I am. In one motion I leaped and tackled the soldier to the ground. The terror in his eyes as he fell on the ground sickened me. These traitors were handing over everything my father worked for on a silver platter to our foes and they had to be taught a lesson.

"Grrrr! I'll kill you! I'll kill all of you traitors!"

The man didn't get the chance to counter my surprise attack. I wrapped my hands around him to crush his circulation of air. He gasped and had trouble breathing as almost every soldier in that room pointed their sidearms at me. Scylla got worried and tried to pry me off the soldier but I wasn't budging.

"Master Griefan! Enough if this! That man is not a traitor, now let him go!" Major Merci Androlf let out at me.

The major's face was authentic, in a bizarre way I felt he was being sincere about this and thus I decided to spare the miserable wretch's life as I let go of him and got off, but placed my sneaker's heel on his chest.

"Stop it Grief! Just stop it, this isn't helping!" Scylla said as she was tugging on my tail.

"Shut up!"

"Both of you, everyone calm down! Grief, let the man go. Lord Bradanksa wouldn't want you attacking a comrade. Ivan taught you better than this." the major told me.
My foot was let off the soldier and he started to gasp for breath. All the officers kept their 'Yogger' laser pistols aimed at me, but the major motioned for them to stand down. All the while my body was still tense and I was panting, however soon tears began to ran down my eyes.

"Listen everyone, Griefan is just feeling as remorseful for the lost of Lord Bradanska as the rest of us are. Perhaps Scylla and himself need to be relieved of this meeting and dismissed? We shouldn't expect children to be able to take all this stress on themselves."

All the officers hastily nodded in agreement. Merci called in two of our psychic Guardsmen into the room to escort both my sister and I to our rooms. As they entered the room I could see their various glowing and high tech uniforms with their distinct color coded illuminate patterns. The major simply nodded to them and they moved over towards me. I turned to face them and lowered my head in shame. Me, the son of Ivan Bradanska only a few steps away from being declared a traitor by the majority in that room, were it not for the quick thinking of the major. The feeling was utterly misery and now my head was filled with adrenaline and ironically, grief.