Memento Mori
QUO VADIS?
Speak not to me of the faults or fortunes of men.
Scry not their fates or fortitudes.
Fatalistic weeping never carried the day, or won any victories.
I go on.
The First Legion remained, though their numbers much reduced. The rest of the Initiative, Tydeus could not say.
Scattered like chaff.
The Vong attack had disrupted their long laid plans. Once more he found himself a fugitive. But this time, he did not wander the void alone.
The Star Destroyer Paragon drifted through space far to the galactic north of Bastion. Aboard it were the last hopes of an imperial bloodline dating back centuries. The last glimmer of a promise of order and justice in a galaxy engulfed by corruption and Sith.
Tydeus was one of the very few Imperial Knights aboard the ship. He stood before a door, wearing his usual brooding scowl, then knocked twice.
“Princess. It’s Knight Shorn.”
