Masquerade Mask. Black Thong. Manly glory.

The sun had been down for hours, and the base he had landed at was observing light discipline during the tumultuous times surrounding them. Even though he'd been called by one of the most influential people from the independent House Ektrosis, Keirdagh was wary. These people, surrounded in power had just spat in the face of the establishment. They had declared war on the whole Brotherhood. It was only his close relationship with Telaris Cantor that even brought him out of his self imposed exile.

"You look lost, Colonel," said a man with a deep, resonating voice his face hidden by the low red lights and the shadows. Something about him though, radiated power, and gold strips trimmed his cloak. "The galaxy is changing, Mr. Cantor. Let us see if we can shape it together."

Title: The douchiest story ever told...

The struggle is real. Not a day goes by in the life of Keirdagh Taldrya Cantor where he is not reminded of his excellence. Everywhere he goes, crowds gather to chant his name, or whisper in awe behind his back. If you had once told the man that he'd grow tired of having a personal soundtrack of adulation, he simply wouldn't have believed you. For such a young man from humble beginnings, writing his name large upon the stars was all that he could have ever dreamed of. But alas, like all the more ordinary folks in the galaxy, the dreams he once dreamed for became nothing but a curse once finally achieved.

Enjoying the simple pleasures in life became an impossibility. A late night stroll with a beautiful woman saw him besieged by the adoring public. A simple dinner out with friends became a spectacle where he was expected to endear himself to those whom fate decided would share his dining space for the evening. All of those who dream big dreams wish for success, and to be powerful and control their own fate. None ever put thought to the cost.

In Keirdagh's life, there has been but one pure failure: to be normal.

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