The glory of the empire was annihilated in the stardust. I was once the last star knight of the empire, but now I can only drive a dilapidated mecha to find a living on the garbage star. Until that day, I picked up the last hope of the empire in the scrap metal pile - a royal bloodline that had been sealed for hundreds of years. The enemy came trampling on the galaxy. I held the rusty knight's sword and stared at the battleships in the sky. Times have changed, they say, and chivalry has long since fallen. I laughed, because some vows are made until death.
