With nothing further to hide, Lecius allowed his grotesque minions to walk about Zemai-4 freely to intimidate the miners and enforce the conditions of his oppressive rule. Morale among the Rokkun workers had hit rock bottom; pardon the reference. Sustenance was provided in only the quantity required to maintain operation of the mining equipment. Shifts were long, and breaks were not tolerated.
Crystal masses were separated by hand for temporary storage while a refinery was hastily constructed using materials captured from neutral freighters passing through nearby systems. The Brotherhood controlled the land and the skies as far as the eye could see. The Rokkun were doomed to spend the remainder of their existence serving a murderer and his monsters.
How ironic, it was, that the saviors of Rokkun would become their worst enemies. How ironic, it was, that the once worst enemies of the Rokkun, would become their saviors. Ah yes, the Dark Order seven returned, and oh, how ready they were, for battle.
(to be continued...)