Chapitre 228: The First Prophet

50 Years Ago

Commander Anatoli Drenn stood behind the lectern nervously. Despite his finely-pressed dress uniform and multiple commendations on his breast, his hands shook with uncontrollable anxiety.

Thankfully, they were hidden from view.

In front of the commander were five Federation Admirals, each one stately and judicious. And incredibly stern. Their faces were marred with a seriousness that Drenn had never seen or experienced before in his life.

They all sat behind a tall judicial bench that sat above Drenn’s lectern. It felt to him that they loomed over him, as though he was merely a curiosity for them to study and observe.

A spark of jealousy shot through him, and a small part of him desired to sit on the bench among those admirals. But he quickly waved that desire away. He knew he would get his chance to sit at the top, eventually.