(Earth Federation- Artificial Planet X-837)
(Temporary Military Outpost- Commander's Private Quarters)
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" loud cursing filled the room.
Commander Stewart snarled as he flung the metalloid tablets and ornaments off his desk in rage.
Not a single one of his subordinates would have been able to connect the famously stoic leader to the madman who was raging inside the room.
Commander Stewart sunk into the wooden chair behind him and placed his head in both his palms.
It took quite some time before the old military leader gradually calmed down and regained control of his emotions.
He had just received several messages from the nobles who sponsored his career in the Imperial Army and it was not good news.
They wanted Duke Peterlor's daughter found within the next two days and would not tolerate any failure.