Cypher paced up and down the bridge of his prototype Star Destoyer the 'Fall Of Grievous' staring into the Vastness of Space. Who knew ships could take so long to repair and to be battle ready. This gave him time to recount what had happened ever since he joined the Confederate Defense Force. Prior to that he was a nobody. A fool perhaps? A 20 year old with a broken dream. A dream that the galaxy would know him. Since his upbringing on Fondor, a planet upon which he had the honor of welcoming into the folds of the Confederacy, he had begun to pursue his dreams. At the age of 26 he and he alone had climbled up the ranks. He was a Vice Marshall. An achivement only three in the navy had the Honor of holding. His dreams would come true. This was only the beginning of his Asscession