1 Prologue
Rags stuck to his body as he marched forwards. One step after another his journey was nearing it's end. As he looked forwards he could only regret the things he wasn't able to do, or rather; the stuff he didn't have time to do.
He could see his life flashing before his eyes; the good, the bad and everything in between.
His usefulness to the Republic has ran out after the war - or so it seems. Humanity had survived - he had made sure for that. They have already forgotten the terror of extinction. Alas, even considering the merit he had on the survival of humanity; he wasn't spared from the jealousy of the incapable leeches.
The respect he had built over the years with his work had proven to be too much to stomach for some people and seeing an opportunity to get rid of him; they would be fools not to grasp it, he had to agree – he was an influential person after all.
It's almost surprising how easy is to destroy someone's reputation with a few lies and some planted evidence. Hopefully he would be the last victim of the regime that would fall soon, he thought.
Maybe he would be, maybe he wouldn't but one thing is certain – he wouldn't be around to see the final outcome. Reality came crashing down; his legs and hands started trembling as he found it hard to breathe.
Disassociation is certainly a nice mechanism in certain situations – it prevents harm to the psyche when a person cannot cope with the fate he's faced with or with what had happened.
With deep breaths he steeled his courage; he wouldn't give them the pleasure – he would gracefully accept his fate, knowing he had lived a good life, living and acting with good intentions at heart.
He knelt, with his neck on a block and his nearing end he couldn't help but ask, why they had forsaken him after all he had done for them; for the sake of humanity – only for his name to be dragged through the mud?
With a blade approaching his neck, he couldn't help but despair.
Why wasn't there anyone that stood up for him? Where had all those allies he had made gone to? They were forever indebted to him; only to turn their backs on him when he needed them? Was there really nobody grateful enough to stop the trial? Why wasn't there a public outrage for how their savior was treated?
"Oh, I guess it doesn't matter anymore… I've come to terms with my fate now. Go on, death, take me and cover me in your nothingness."
