"The decision is simple, friend. You show my workers how to run the manufacturing plants of this station or we start executing your factory friends, including your wife", the proud leader plainly stated to his defeated prisoner. Godwin stepped forward, placing his hand on the shoulder of the Italian who rested on his knees. Behind him stood two guards, silent and imposing with the rifles held firmly in their hands. A small machine that hung from his belt like a key chain ornament began to beep as it processed the words, before spitting them back out in a robotic tone in Italian.

	The prisoner shouted a mess of foreign words in response before the machine repeated the same process back for Godwin. "Fuck you, Aumsi!", the Italian had beckoned. Godwin smirked, simply pointing to another prisoner in a row of men on their knees, all blindfolded and to the side of the room. One of the men standing guard behind Godwin raised his rifle and took aim, pulling the trigger as if it meant nothing and firing a round into the skull of the Italian factory worker. The prisoner who was previously addressed began screaming in protest but was ignored by Godwin as another man entered the room in a hurried fashion.

	"Savior General, sir!", the officer called as he approached Godwin, stopping just a few feet short and presenting his arm at an angle with his hand balled into a fist in salute, "Heil!". Godwin responded with the same salute and greeting before allowing the officer to ease himself.

	"What is it, Community Officer Engel? I am trying to convince our honored guests that the basics of factory operation on this station are of utmost importance if we are to survive". The officer nodded once before continuing on.

	"We've picked up communications from other stations, Savior General! There are other survivors". Godwin had a look of surprise on his face before his lips curled into a crooked smile. He gestured for the officer to lead the way and motioned for the guards to continue work with the Italians.

	...

	Standing at the main deck of the station, Godwin, Officer Engel, and a few colonists who were working various work stations were all at alert. Godwin nodded to one of the colonists, who pressed a button and gestured to his leader. The Savior General stepped forward, leaning in toward a microphone which was presented to him.

	"This is Sir Godwin D'Agincourte, Savior General of the Autocratic Union of Mars Nationalists. I am currently aboard an industrial station with people under my charge. Is anybody out there? We just picked up communications a few minutes ago and are seeking contact, over".