“Oh relax Children. We won’t be here for very long. Gradlax has made an obvious misstep in their impetuousness. What mistake? Inconveniencing the Family interests of course. They take this space station and think they have obtained resource and prestige for their allies back in the Consortium.

Incorrect. They have merely attracted our ire. They’ve locked up all of you who have voiced your displeasure to me. In turn my irritation has been passed through to my own Parent. Her anger is relayed to her Parent. And his fury eventually reaches the ears of the Ancestors. This may be an inconsequential little post but the Ancestors are very keen on the basic principles.

They will release the hounds.

Have you heard Children, of the Ancestors’ attack dogs? They are remorseless beings. Avatars of metal flesh and collared minds. They used to be human you know? All of them were once prisoners of the famous b-Exagora prison planet. Dead now, but raised once again by Grandparent Diana to serve infallibly the Family directive.

The first in loyalty, Charles, who wields his iron fists in macabre dances of death.

The first in destruction, Andras, an inexhaustible walking armoury.

The first in deceit, Jessie, can stab you through the heart before you even notice her presence.

And the first in strength, Jimmy, an unstoppable behemoth.

Each one of these Legends is enough to strike fear into the heart of a planetary government. And they shall be sent here. To deal with a single orbital station. Gradlax is a dead thief walking.

So relax Children, enjoy your brief holiday in these cells, it won’t be long until we receive our own redemption.”

A story told in the prisons of Agliostos-19j during its temporary occupancy by Consortium criminals in year 731PE