"Truly, Lord. I am sure he did not realize his insolence." The Dreg bowed low before the makeshift throne, trembling with fear and a religious fervor. "No lowly captain would have dared challenge your power!" Three red eyes glowered in the darkness. What ran through the mind behind them was incalculable, unknowable to a dishonorable dreg such as he. The dreg bowed his head. His master would speak in a moment. Silence, however, seemed to be his masters intent, only the whiring of his masters moters tested the air. The captains behind the Dreg began to quaver, they feared for their lives, the fools. They ought to know the honor, to fall at their masters laser. A high, masterfull voice suddenly pierced the quiet, "Our enemies have been decieved." The red eyes brightened. "This queen must know who truly governs the fallen. There will be much war, blood and ether shall mingle, and the name of the greatest Fallen shall rise!" The Dreg and captains fell back as their master rose from his throne and out of the shadows. "They shall learn to fear Hank the Shank, Kell of Kells!"