He came into the ship dirty and tired, sweat and dirt stained his uniform that had tears in several places from that little trog 626's claws and teeth. Gantu let out a long winded sigh as he had failed to catch yet another experiment and was not looking forward to speaking to Hamstervil who's annoying high pitched screaming and rants still grated on his ears and into his memories, the heavy thuds his feet made as they walked him across the cold metal unfeeling floor were the only sounds heard as the lifeless cruiser stood empty. The gray giant wandered into his room and sat down heavily on the bed just as his knees were starting to give out, but Gantu could careless about his physical pain as the agony he for so many years felt in his mind and weighed on his heart was the most trying of all. Gantu looked down at his fists and clenched them, why did every thing in his life always fall apart it wasn't fair as he felt a sudden terrible fire well up inside his gut. Why?….he got up and walked out of his room and looked around the main area and snarled as he roared and ripped the seat clean up out of the floor as bolts and nuts flew every where, eyes wild with a mixture of pain, sorrow and uncontrolled rage he tossed the chair into the communication screen. The oncoming chair reflected in the glass as it shattered on impact with a loud crash as the soft tinkling of sparkling shards fell to his feet. Curse him, curse that damn Hamstervil and his malicious enjoinment in torturing and feeding off the former captain's misery, rage boiled like molten rock in Gantu's veins as his heart was pounding like a jack hammer as he slammed on of his massive fists through the computer console as it erupted around his forearm in a shower of sparks and smoke. He barely noticed the blazing throbbing in his knuckles as he drew his hand out of the 4 inch wide hole, Gantu looked at his fist as it cut and bleeding from the sharp tears in the metal and his knuckles were starting to swell and turn a darker shade of bluish gray. After venting his anger out on the ship's computer mainframe and hard wear he returned to his room and uncharacteristically flopped down on his belly on the bed and let out another long exsusted sigh, more often than not he wondered why he even bothered to continue in life anyway he lost so much and could do nothing about it. His job, his life was an utter mess as he felt his chest tighten as he had always felt alone and in truth he never hated 626 for what happened a year ago…no in the most deepest honest truth Gantu envied him. Look at him, he's so happy and carefree with a family who loves him and who he loves back. He knew the joy of friendship and belonging, Gantu would trade all he had left just to taste that wonderful sweet joy. He squeezed his eyes shut, that was something he never knew growing up. He tried everything he could to earn his father's admiration, built up his muscles and body, got the best top grades in school and when he joined up with the Federation his skilled and leadership rose him swiftly through the ranks to be Fleet Captain. Surely his father would respect him for that…it didn't. His best efforts weren't good enough, as Gantu slammed his fist against the mattress, they were never good enough. A powerful adult male of his race, skilled in 12 martial arts and a trained solider on the outside hid a lonely lost child on the inside who only wanted his father's love but now seeing what he was now would only bring him shame and disgust. His thick fingers gripped and clenched the sheets as warm salty tears began to form in the corners of Gantu's pearly sky blue orbs, all he wanted was to be loved and have a friend to call his own not to be hated, tormented like he was in his youth as he was cast out of every party the neighborhood kids had. He punched the pillow before him as a soft half choked sob escaped his mouth, was it to much to ask? Would Gantu be forever doomed to walk life's road alone and filled with this crippling pain and anguish? His once proud spirit was dying as slow and miserable death as he rolled on his back and stared up at the ceiling. More tears freely flowed down his face as he lay there not caring if his end came during the night on this forgine and trog infested rock or if it ended his suffering in the form of a plasma blast. Nothing mattered to him anymore he had nothing left to go on for…keep on getting beat up by 626, insulted by all those around him and coming back here to get the dignity and hope for a better life trounced out of him by his rabbit faced employer, to face cold uncaring failure over and over again till it consumed him? Gantu didn't know any more as he felt empty, broken and defeated as he sat up and placed his face in his hands and sobbed bitterly. His tears streaming like twin rivers down his cheeks only to drip off his chin and fall quietly to the floor where they pooled unnoticed, Gantu just wanted to die to just be free of the agony that was like an ice hearted temptress who's poison tipped nails clutched him close to her cruel bosom. Gantu lifted his still damp weakened eyes from his hands as he sensed a presence beside him and looked down to his left, there sitting close beside him was a little yellow round bellied creature with two big black eyes staring back right up at him. He face was filled with quiet sympathy and warm understanding as he held an giant egg salad sandwich in one hand and a box of tissues in the other….it was 625.