Having the villain escape like that always annoyed Errald, sure it was thematically appropriate, even logical under most circumstances including this, but while it made for a great legend in the end it was just so much busy work. Unable to follow the shuttle on foot, properly liberate the senate building or do any defenite good here Errald sprinted back down the street he had come, hopefully in time to save more lives from the chaos.

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Seeing his home, this sanctuary, this final bastion of civilization consumed by chaos and flame, Errald felt a fire of his own risingm a fiery, almost molten rage built inside him as he watched powerlessly from his small apartment. All of this destruction, fear and pain, all of it for what? To cut out the "corruption" in the system? To chance the face on the dollar? One hadn't been perfect, far from it in fact, but Errald had strode confidently down the streets of this place doing his very best to help people, making a difference. 

The man had said "These hostilities are for the greater good! For a better future that everyone in One can live in." but how could he be so hypocritical as to believe such as asinine lie, even as his men gunned down innocents in the streets. There was no "greater good" in slaughter and death, no better future for those that he killed and now let die in the aftermath. 

Glaring angrily at the hoverships which even now circled overhead Errald let himself whisper a few words to be lost amidst the riot bellow, "The only good is that which we do for each other. You have chosen the lie of a coward."