Citizens scrambled out of the way of the entourage as they crossed the city streets.
The Panoplians took the lead, their heavy metal limbs raising and falling in perfect rhythm with each other. Anyone too stupid to move fast enough found the barrel of one of their wrist-mounted cannons pointed at their face, ready to fire.
'Would they kill their own people, just because they didn't move out of the way?'
Not for the first time, Charon found himself considering what Emerius had said.
'I need to remember that just because this side is the one I'm fighting for, it doesn't make them perfect. That's why I need to get back to the Empire. They truly are a force for good in the galaxy, even if they sometimes make bad decisions, it's always for the people. For humanity.'
