Scylla and myself were escorted back to our rooms by the Psychic Guardians. The trip back was eerie silent as soldiers escorted me down the dark and faintly lit corridor. Two guardsmen, side by walked me to my room like I was some sort of political prisoner. These guys were no joke, so I kept my mouth shut. The last thing I needed was one of them deciding my head needed to explode so I kept my trap shut on the way to my room. Their distinct multi-colored glows from their DLAD-327 battle armor was illumination enough as their suits registered their natural psychic waves and gave off a color spectrum to match their particular type of kinesis are abilities.
Once we got there I opened the door. The mere fact these guys were breathing down my neck was pissing me off. Out of all people, these morons were supposed to be the Federation's best? These gifted psychics that my father had given everything in his power to promote themselves and their gifts for the greater good of Moebius, and now they're reduced to a bunch of 'yes men' for a group of cowardly chickens. I typed in the code to open my bedroom door and I proceeded to go in. The door swished behind me as it closed.
As I listened in with my foxy ears for them to go I merely huffed and moved over to my bed. My eyes started to tear up once more, the mere thought that I had gone from serving my father as he was bringing victory to our people, to lost without him and the indentured servant of a cabal of incompetent generals who at the drop of a hat were willing to surrender everything we've fought so hard for their own survival was just nerve wrecking.
Eventually my mind and body tired out and I passed out in exhaustion. The next thing I knew I was in that buddy swamp once more. My body was shivering that night as it was covered in mud and water, there next to me was my father who was trying to hide the shivering of his own freezing body as the midnight went on.
"It's going to be okay Grief, everything will be alright. Just keep quiet" He whispered.
"Where the hell are they? Scourge wants these these traitorous pricks fount before dawn! You know what he'll do if we don't find them! Find them!"
A light shined through the pathway to the right and it moved around every so often as someone on the other side was scanning through the pitch black midnight. Slowly but surely the ray of light moved closer, and closer as my entire body froze up in nervousness. All I could see to find hope was my father's own eyes. Inside of them I could feel that he was suffering just as much as I was, if not more.
"Check that river over there." A voice from where the light was coming from ordered.
My father game me an expression to keep absolutely quiet. I could see a second light come closer until I could barely make out the image of the person, it was a hedgehog. One of HIS goons. After several mind haunting moments of nervousness and silence the hedgehog appeared to not spot us and went back to the group.
"They're not in there. We need to check the trees. They could be above us."
Suddenly a zap in my happened as I re-awoken all sweaty and gasping for breath. While I fount myself warm in reality once more the memory was nevertheless haunting. Sadly however, this was one of the times I could remember how safe I felt with Ivan with me. After getting a few breaths in I tried to calm down. My mind was racing in thought as I thought of one single thing over and over again, hedgehogs. This all started with them.
The next day I was allowed to be released from the Central Administration Building. However I knew without a doubt that it would be far safer in the building than in the streets of Siag. Maddening chaos was happening all around the city as word came to the people that the Federation had surrendered by default. Moving down the street around the CAB I could see What appeared to be a bunch of protestors in the streets with signs saying 'Moebius is finished!' and 'This war was for nothing!' What really made me mad was that many of the protestors were in fact, you guessed it, hedgehogs.
Why is this a big deal you may ask? Well it's simple: They didn't do shit during the Great Dimensional War and our former despot is one. These crowds were my father's critics, now spitting on his grave in the most appalling of way. These damn opportunists were defacing one of MY father's monuments! With this I clenched my fist and stormed over there. I wanted to grab each one of them personally strangle the life out of the bum, but before I could near them I saw the blast of laser and plasma fire as the beaming sounds of energy blasts hit the crowd of protestors.
On the other side of the street was a garrison of Anti Mobian Army soldiers in line and firing upon the protestors. The crowd of hedgehogs that didn't get shot and fall down dead began to hastily scatter and hide in the nearby alleyways. My mind raced as I saw this sight with mixed thoughts. First off this reminded me of what my father happened in the Grey Rebellion where our own political party was protesting and the king's loyalist gunned down our revolutionaries. However, on the other hand something in my mind seemed to be happy to see the image of laser and plasma bolts bursting into the chests of these assholes as the blasts when through their bodies and heads, almost in a sad and twisted irony as had my father's.