Chapter Twenty Four: There is a time for talking, and a time for taking actionAt the same time as this group of self-obsessed individualists are dreaming of a return to their own 'golden age', far across the galaxy another individual is bringing his own long planned schemes to fruition.
A very determined and highly energised looking speaker has taken over an assembly of parliament with his elite 'storm troops'. Thousands of politicians and members of the public sit in the vast arena as he takes the pulpit, the president having been taken to the side by the new-comer’s own escort of militia and armed guards. They are all strangely attired. They look so...so...well...science fictiony.
'Ah, I see it. I FEEL it. Your contempt for me. You despise me. You HATE me. Yes, no need to voice your ma
