I don't feel to good writing about this. I found myself alone. We were banished from my home constellation, we are... We were outcasts... Our home was annihalated by a force. They called themselves the Jovian, nothing but glass and ash remained of home... We were too damn cocky, we were not ready, they warned us but now that just doesn't matter. Not now, not ever. We lived. We escaped, were murderers. Hee hee hee! I still remember their squeals how they squirmed and prayed for deliverence. We prayed, our answe