Sector Primus, 2313 A.D. This clearly doesn’t look like a new beginning! As he fears, it, Hayden may be even closer to the end. At the very least, History is repeating itself. Future always seemed painted from the most darker shades of black to him anyway. There shouldn’t be anymore surprise by now. But the ceremony for his decoration sure looks like somekind of joke (and a bad one). Perhaps as much as the fact he’d been appointed captain of the Doomed Lords for the occasion. But even if he’d rather throw everything away and send all those parasites to hell, few mates are still counting on him. And for some reasons, he still feels he can’t afford to let them down...