Anziabos was a poor, small planet. It was so small that it was ruled by one man, and had been for centuries prior. And so poor for that very reason.

The ruler of Anziabos was a pompous, horrible man, so say the people. He was crowned too early, an inexperienced child filling the shoes of a great and mighty father. He hoarded food and supplies. He was angry, he was selfish. He would start a war at a glance, a famine for fun.

Cassius was a terrible leader. He didn't pretend to think otherwise. But now, as he sat on his knees before his assassin, the one he had known would come someday, all that was visible was a broken man.