Azar stood frozen in place.
At the front of the platform were hundreds of people, all staring at him with fury and hatred in their eyes.
Scars that refused to heal covered their bodies, every injury carrying a story of suffering.
Some were missing limbs.
Some had lost an eye.
Others were missing ears.
And so on.
Their faces were rough and weathered, many with white beards and short-cut hair.
These were veterans, people who had sacrificed almost everything.
Most no longer had families or anything left to lose.
Because of that, they could speak freely without fearing execution or retaliation against loved ones.
Some had contributed so much to the war effort that they believed even if the worst happened, the Federation would at least protect what remained of their families.
Their frustration…
Their anger…
Their grievances…
All came pouring out at once.
"What more do you want?!"
"You took my daughter from me and violated her until she couldn't even breathe!"
