	Lieutenant Jason Harrows sat firmly in his cockpit.  His engines were powered down, weapons offline, shields off, only keeping his sensors on line.  The status display reported that the repair systems had finished repairing his communications systems, a pleasant female voice telling him as such.

	*A great deal of good that does me.  Now if I only had some one to talk to.*

	A loud  thud came from the right side of his Erinyes heavy fighter.  Shortly after he saw a piece of debris float by his cockpit with writing on it.  Jason squinted his eyes to make out the writing; "D-57, GTD Eternity."

	*No surprise there.  Wasn't the Eternity the first to go?*

	The fleet was destroyed, every last ship.  As far as he knew, he was last one alive.  Sure there was probably another pilot out there somewhere, drifting through space just like him, waiting for death.

	*Damn Shivans.  First they take my family in the First Great War, and now they destroy Capella and wiped out the survivors.  Bastards.*

	Then the idea danced across his mind light a flash fire.  Jason's hands flew across his controls, power surging through the fighter.  Shields leap to life, engines flared, and weapons dripped menacingly with energy.  A sub-space portal opened in front of the fighter.

	*We're not all dead yet.  I'm still here, come and get me you sons of a bitch.*