Waxian Home World:
Prymorus sat in the chair at the head of the room. Out of the two dozen Generals belonging to his uncle’s inner group, only six remained. Most of these men concealed their thoughts behind an inscrutable mask. Flanking these six Generals were a large number of Drethulan warriors, lined up against the interior walls of the room.
He glanced around the room. For centuries the Waxians had been considered nothing more than mercenaries for hire. No longer would they just work for others in return for a few credits. With the help of the Drethulans, he would oversee the creation of the mightiest military force the galaxies had ever seen.
In his hand, a tiny crystal fragment rolled across his palm. This was the key to his ambitions. This minuscule gem contained a tremendous amo
