Chapter iii
Admiral Pellaeon watched from the banister in Imperial Central Command on Bastion as the rebel forces flooded the building. The aging commander looked over his shoulder as the sound of someone running reached his ears. The young commander came to a halt as he neared the Admiral. "Sir, your flight is ready. I suggest we leave while we still have an opportunity." Admiral nodded wearily. "One year. One year, Saretti, that we have had peace. And now this." Pellaeon slumped in defeat. All that he had striven for was coming crashing down around him. It was almost more than he could bear. But where there is a will, there is a way. And Admiral Pellaeon is the Imperial Remnant's will. His head held high, Pellaeon quickly strode to his personal shuttle. Abandoning his throne to the insurgent army below.
Admiral Pellaeon watched from the banister in Imperial Central Command on Bastion as the rebel forces flooded the building. The aging commander looked over his shoulder as the sound of someone running reached his ears. The young commander came to a halt as he neared the Admiral. "Sir, your flight is ready. I suggest we leave while we still have an opportunity." Admiral nodded wearily. "One year. One year, Saretti, that we have had peace. And now this." Pellaeon slumped in defeat. All that he had striven for was coming crashing down around him. It was almost more than he could bear. But where there is a will, there is a way. And Admiral Pellaeon is the Imperial Remnant's will. His head held high, Pellaeon quickly strode to his personal shuttle. Abandoning his throne to the insurgent army below.