The first thing that Timothy notices is the soft texture of sheets. Then he drifts off again. The next time he tries to open his eyes but he fails. His conscience understands that somehow, inexplicable he is still alive. But how?
After another span of time, he suddenly bursts back wake. It takes a few seconds for his eyes to focus. He is in what appears to be a very small metallic bedroom. Instinctively, he know that it’s one of the Emperors ships.
“Anybody there?”
“Anybody there, I said.”
The door burst open and what he recognizes from their uniforms as two of his troops enter.
“You okay, commander?” they said in nervous unison.
“By the will of the Emperor I am not. What happened in the battle?”
They both looked solemn now and one spoke up.
“The battle was lost. We are the only survivors.”
A great rage built up inside him and then he roared. He can feel his heart beating faster. All those lives lost. They had placed their trust in him.
“Why was I not allowed to die with my men? I have disgraced the Emperor and will die a coward!”
“Edit 451 Commander”.
Edict 451 was a command from the Emperor. A commander who has shown bravery must not simply be allowed to perish if he becomes incapacitated.
Timothy grew tired now and found himself sleeping once more.