(75 Days After the Fall of Juxta, Planet Wamir, Veyr's POV)
Seventy-five days had passed since the fall of Juxta, and for Veyr, life on the neutral planet of Wamir had become a delicate act of silence and survival.
Hidden beneath a borrowed identity and an aging face crafted through [Shapeshift], he moved among the crowd like a ghost blending perfectly into a world that wanted his head displayed on a pike.
However, he accomplished more than just surviving, for slowly, methodically, he began weaving a new web of loyalists and informants, as he created a new undercover organisation of his own.
Most members of this organization were Cult members who had been forced to abandon their home planets.
People he could trust, that he recruited at random after observing their behaviour on the streets for several days.
