- Julius Caesar Ga∙zo and Za∙zo entered Fa∙ro’s chamber, dragging the limp form of Sa∙ma between them. Fa∙ro perched on the empty core crystal, as if he were on a throne, his seven legs dangling over the sides. He casually glanced down upon them. They threw Sa∙ma on the ground before him. “Rise,” commanded Fa∙ro. Sa∙ma looked up, got his shaking legs under him, and stood. “Look at your ruler, the sole leader of this Colony. I command the Soldiers, the Workers, and the Drones.” “What of the Council?” asked Sa∙ma, looking around. Fa∙ro laughed. “The Council is no more. Its era has passed. The Leaders’ lethargy won't hold us back any longer.” “Where are the Leaders?” “They’ve outlived their time in this Colony. Their complacency and inaction have resulted in their elimination. I am now all that remains at the top.” “What makes you think any of us will follow you?” Fa∙ro climbed down and approached Sa∙ma, who expected to be knocked over or struck.
