The next day I walked into the Vanguard hall nervously. I couldn't look at where Ikora had been turned into a puppet. While I hated all guardians, no one deserved that ending. I headed toward Andal to report for duty. He nodded to me and said, "Hello guardian." "Hello." I said. "I need you to deliver a message for me." he said. "Ok. Where?" I replied. "32nd sector, old Russia, the Warlord Citan." "What's the message?" "Here." He handed me a small disk. Just give this to him." he said. "Ok." I responded. I took the disk and Hex transmated me up to my ship. "Set a course for the 32nd sector." I said. "I'm on it." Hex replied. As we flew across old Russia I turned to Hex and said, "What is this thing?" "It's a holographic projector." Hex said. I thought for a moment. "If we view the message can anybody tell that we watched it?" "It would be simple to erase the previous viewings from its memory banks." Hex said. I quickly pressed the button to activate the hologram. A small image of Andal Brask appeared on top of the disk. "Citan. I know we have been at odds for quite a while but I need your help." The hologram sighed. "Lysander has become increasingly ruthless and we are losing the battle against the darkness. I wouldn't ask this if there was any other way. I have no choice. I need you to gather the Warlords and prepare them for war. If I can make this work there will be a battle that would rival the Faction Wars. I can only hope you will come to our aid. Goodbye." The message clicked off. "Why does he need the Warlords help?" Hex asked in confusion. "Because." I said, my voice trembling. "He's going to start a rebellion."