After the riot was quelled dead Moebian bodies littered the they lied on the ground bleeding out until their blood would thicken and cease flowing the soldiers in the group ordered some men to go over to them and drag them on a pile to be burred or incinerated. Being sort of used to this due to the war I really wasn't phased by this as much as I should have been, however a soldier in the unit spotted me. The man was an officer by his uniform and he ordered his men to stay there as he proceeded to walk up to me. From his species he appeared to be a Moebian cat with dark brown fur and blue eyes. As he approached he gave me the old left handed Federation salute, in which I responded with my own as I didn't want to piss the guy off.

"Ah, Master Griefan. It's so good to see you.I'm captain Arax." The captain said to me as I stared up at him.

"Hi"

"I've been sent by Major Merci to speak with you. It is important, but the major wishes to keep it confidential. I have been instructed to give you this." The soldier said taking out a small envelope.

"Uhh, thanks."

The officer tipped his grey beret at me as to say 'good day', and then moved back towards the uni5 or soldiers, from the looks of their faces the men appeared to be confused and distanced from the events that had just transpired. However, now wasn't the time for me to stay around and have any of those soldiers do something to myself so I went away. To calm down myself I went to the park to relax and get some isolation. Once there I became curious about the note and I proceeded to open it. The stamp on the letter was a grey star, the symbol of my father's top political movement, the Gray Party.

"This must be important for them to give me this."

"Near the old factory, where you rescued that family during the Bombing."

What a bizarre thing for a note to say raced through my noggin as I read this. However something got into my memory, a sense of bad memories. However, I knew where the note was talking about as I could vaguely recall the events that happened about five years prior to that time. To hide the note I took off my shoe and put it under my foot. While it felt funny to walk on at least nobody would know it was there.

As I walked down the street to old part of Siag I looked around at the buildings. In my mind I could envision the Bombing like it was yesterday. Here I was remembering how all I was doing was minding my own damn business, then before I knew it buildings were being demolished and people were screaming.

At the time I had no idea what was going all, but soon I found out we were under attack by the Guardian Units of Nations,and I offered the use of my powers to help search and rescue trapped citizens while everyone else was either dead, fleeing, or fighting off the humans themselves. Suddenly as I walked the smell of sludge and garbage became ash and sulfur. The buildings that were remained were once more ruin and the cries from the mothers,children, and fathers of panic once more filled that bad memory in my mind. Why of all places this location? I pondered as I moved down the sidewalk towards this literal pathway down memory lane.

Nightfall began to happen as the light went down all over the city. Soon the automated powergrid would set in and street lamps would begin to turn on as normally Siag would be filled with an abundance of nocturnal nightlife. However, in this section of the city things were eerily quiet and spooky, and for good reason. Not only was I moving through basically a restored grave site basically, but this was the region of the city where things 'happened' to people. One good aspect was however that I felt alone and once more I could clear my thoughts while heading over to factory. Once I got there I saw someone standing near a alleyway. In my mind I began to get concerned, either I could be walking right into a trap, or whoever sent the note wanted to send someone to kill me.

"Uh, hey there." my mouth let out to the person.

"Master Griefan, you're just on time. Please, follow me."

"Dad told me not to talk to strangers, pal. You try any funny business and I will use my powers to squash you like a bug! I wasn't born yesterday."

"Lord Bradanska has taught you well, young 'baron', but you shouldn't fear. Now please, follow me."

"Baron?"

The man was in a coat and appeared to be a black lab like canine. While he moved I saw his tail and thus making out his species was easy. I took out a huge sigh and decided to follow him, whatever he could try to do to me wouldn't be nearly as bad as what's been going on. When you're back is already against the wall the only thing you can do is fight back anyways.

He led me inside an abandoned warehouse. At first when I entered it was dark, and my first instinct was that this was some sort of ambush. However it would be too sloppy and more than likely anyone inside would be trapped in here with me should I try to fight back. They wanted to kill me? They would have to be prepared to dig a few more graves.

Suddenly lights went on in the corner and to my surprise a bunch of officers and even the major were there sitting around a table. Their figures were illuminated by the light, and while there was a soldier here or there, most of them didn't look like they wanted to fill my face full of cold plasma anytime soon. My curiosity got the better of me while I walked over and stared at them.

"What's the big idea? What's going on?"

"Relax, all will soon be explained to you. These are members of the Grey Party. Your father's first political movement. Many of us share your sentiments about the 'peace' talks with the prime world Grief. We feel you're old enough to divulge into the real power base within the Commandant. Now please, have seat." The major's voice told me.

There was an empty chair at the end of the table. Not thinking anything better, I quickly deduced that this chair was intended for me to sit at. After all my dad always sat at the end of a table and these were the guys who liked their meetings to go smoothly. So my body calmly went over and I took a seat.

"Now, let's get down to business. You have been summoned here Grief with a promising offer. We would like you to join us. After your display in the meeting room some of us were convinced that your actions while rash, were genuine and justified. Sadly, not everyone in the Commandant believes this way. That is why it is up to the Grey Party to keep up the good fight as we always have for the sake of Moebius's future."

"Me join you? Don't I need like a bunch of tests or some ceremony for that? Sort of like the human 'boy scouts'?"

"Normally yes, but this occasion is different. You are the son of Ivan Bradanska and the heir to his legacy. The Grey Party believes that his wishes living on inside of you, thus we want to inaugurate you into our organization as quickly as possible."

"I see" Was about the only thing that could come in mind to reply to the major.

"For now however, we would like to here more about your thoughts on since your father died both of us have been admittedly put into disarray, correct?" A mobian wolf asked me.

"You're telling me, I miss him so much. It's like once he's gone all of Moebius is slowly going back to days of the old tyrant king. People are just going nuts!"

"I assure you Grief, we will not let that happen. The party was created just for this circumstance, so that no monarch may ever rule over us with an iron fist ever again."