Gino shook his head, a depression overwhelming him. His organization, the only group to earn the loner's respect and loyalty, had become currepted. It's governing staff under the influence of money, and turning it into more of an unofficial monarchy. He pulled his bottle of Rice Sake' from his backpack and took an long swig. He'd stopped doing anything bhut drinking since he turned his back on his organization. The fools even went so far as to change the name... He sat on the edge of the Jobe platform, looking down at the planet of Rubi Ka. It wasn't until his fiance', Rayne, said a few words to him that stuck with him. " It wasn't our organisation anymore. There was nothing we could do. But are you going to do nothing but drink in it's memory, or are you going to preserve it's honor?" He stayed up, 3 nights just staring off the jobe platform. He pondered her words well. People came and passed, and several had noticed his unmoving sit on the edge, but said nothing to him. Sever that had came and gone over the past few days noticed, with some surprise, as he stood for the first time in days. He pulled his Rockcrusher's from his backpack and adjusted them onto his large hands. He stretched his large Atrox muscles and got a sparkle in his eye. He wouldn't let them shame the name Nova Draconis. They changed the name anyways...he grinned to himself. He slipped on the rest of his equipment and took off through the Whoompah. Appearing in Old Athens, he took off nonstop to the Clan Organizational offices. He ducked and dodged with his martial artist's agility. Within the hour, he walked out of the office, holding the rights to his new organization. He looked down at the paper. " Nova Draconis Reborn" The title read. He looked to the sky and gave out a proud cry. He will have the honor kept, and he will lead it proudly. His followers will be his family. He smiles to himself. Hope never dies, it just took the wise words of a doctor to make him realise that dreams only die if you let them. Gino was back in action.