Acar smiled triumphantly as he looked over the reports. His brute force tactics were quickly wearing down the Federation outposts. "Soon." He thought. Soon he'll be able to simply sweep them away before taking on the big prize, The Main Federation base. However, a problem was starting to rear its head. A problem he anticipated, but was unsure how to solve. The motivation from the failed assassination attempt was starting to wane. The Pictures of Lucille's burned body were no longer doing it anymore. Acar had to think of something. The Idea of another assassination attempt was quickly dismissed as it would have been too obvious. Also that would bring questions against him to his ability to command. No, what must happen has to resonate within the very fiber of the people. As he walking down the hall, the corner of his lips turned up into a sneer. "No one can resist a Martyr" He mused as he continued on to his office.