Usually, despair came with cries, shouts of helplessness or defiance, all for that one chance to turn fate around. But when it came crushing, heavy like the sky itself collapsing, everything would become futile, and every grain of sand would be swallowed by the storm.
That was what Harhn, the planet home to the Federation that had been Lucas's first stop in these parts of the world, was feeling at this moment. And that might very well be the very last thing it would feel.
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*Tap~ Tap~ Tap~ Tap~ Tap~ Tap~ Pa!*
Stopping with militaristic sharpness, the uniformed man who barged into the command area snapped his feet, then let out in a loud and clear voice:
"General, we have lost contact with the periphery of our sector."
