Ok So You're Saying This Was Really Bad? It doesn't Sound Bad

When people tell me something is really terrible my first instinct is to not trust them. If only because I personally am the arbiter of things really awful, so unless I agree its terrible its not. - Chronicles of Lorentino

Containment had failed. Apparently there was some kind of space port we weren't aware of (seems stupid to do, but welcome to how things go at times). So the prisoners who could figure out how to fly ships had done so. Now thankfully most of those ships were poorly maintained so upon attempting to take off they exploded not too long after, but still more than I'd like had escaped. A fact that my red skinned new friend did not think was good for the galaxy. Or maybe it was? I dunno his diction was all wrong, so it was hard to hear what he actually thought other than the open weeping (never a good sign).

Shira and the fleet arrived to support. They had not shot the prisoner ships down because we hadn't gotten word for them to do so either (we discovered despite the energy shield being down, there was still communication jamming equipment that still worked). I was mostly sad that the prison complex had to be destroyed (to prevent other escapes, whatever was left behind). I'm always sad when lore of any kind is destroyed though. The red skinned man was more ok with it, and since he was the last of his species I accepted it.

"What will you do now?"

"I'm their keeper, I must keep them."

"We can give you a ship and some supplies." He seemed to be lost in thought as he watched my fleet destroy the last home he'd ever had.

"Need more, I'll need you." I was a bit taken back by that.

"Why me?"

"Necromancer," He chewed on the word for a bit, "One who deals in death, what got away is on par with your power, I'll need you to deal with them, also it was your fault they got out." The last bit stuck me a bit, but you know.

"I can only help you so far." He smiled.

"Sure you can't." And then walked off leaving me all alone with the thought of having to hunt down prisoners that weren't my fault.

"He seems nice." Shira approached and I scowled.

"He told me I have to help him with retrieving the lost."

"You should its the right thing to do."

"Why am I doing it then?"

"Maybe its time for a new leaf Trezlan, hundreds of years of being a dick hasn't worked out very well for you." I was fuming, because Shira was right, but I couldn't exactly say that. So instead I just kicked at nothing and went to my own quarters. Damnable machines.