There comes a time in every person’s life where they must decide if they are going to cross that line of their moral compass’ to get what they want. How does one choose? One cannot simply choose it is something that happens and then you realize later what exactly you have done. Being a capsuleer can in some aspects slowly eat away any innocence and naivety you have left. I lost another part of my innocence recently in a way that before I would have been ashamed of, but I justify it because it was for a worthy cause in my mind. That slow narrow winding down road of inhumanity and little moral compass’ is that where I am going to end up, I don’t know anymore.
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This takes place on a Tempest Class Battleship in dock at 5J-UEX IV Moon 1 True Creations Assembly Plant. There is a steel chair in the middle of a room with a older man tied down with leather straps, one across each wrist, each ankle tied to a leg of the chair and one around his forehead lifting his head up. There is the classic bright light shining over him, the man looks like he has been hit a few times blood trickling down from the left corner of his mouth.
Her back is facing the man in the chair, as she speaks in a soft tone “What is your name and rank?” She feels wet moisture on the back of her neck as the man spits at her in defiance of her questions. With shake of her head she turns around and faces her would be victim of her attention with an icy gaze.
“Now, that isn’t polite, all I asked you was your name and rank.” Still in a soft calm tone, the man glares at her “Why should I tell you? Your goons kidnap and hit me; you know station security will come looking for me.” She rolls her eyes at the man and laughs slightly “Station security? Here on a Sansha station, I doubt they could stop me from getting what I want out of you. Plus this ship is fully locked down at the moment so no one can enter or leave.” She walks over to him slowly, gently placing her hand around his right hand index finger. “Now, tell me your name and rank please.”
He tries to recoil his Deteis head from her and once again spits this time landing straight in her face. The once neutral expression on her face darkens as she applies pressure to his finger, and with an audible snap breaks it. The man bites his lower lip to not cry out in pain, and lets out a murmured yelp. With a harsher sounding tone “Name and Rank.” Her hand moves over to the next finger beside it, he tries to get his composure back to him and quietly blurts out “Marcel Richarde, Station manager, overseeing all non capsuleer’s cataloguing names.” She smiles with a predatory grin, with a gentle tap on his cheek “See was that so hard Marcel, you tell me what I want and if you appease me with the information, perhaps I will let you return home to your wife and children.”
His eyes widen with fear as she mentions his wife and children “But if you don’t, then you can watch your wife suffer your fate in front of you.” She says with a very cold, icy tone and glaze, with a slight half smirk across her face. He lets out an audible gulp “But, but they are innocent, they got nothing to do with whatever you are after. Please, please don’t hurt them.” She laughs heartily “There is no such thing as innocence in the Nation. You do what you are told to, because of some diluted mad man that you decided it would be a good idea to follow his ideals and philosophy of a Utopian society that can never happen or ever will exist.” He slants his eyes looking at her obviously she knows something about the Nation and says in a very brash sounding voice “What do you want then?”
She licks her lips, with still that predatory grin on her face. She raises a picture of a Brutor woman in her 40s, with a young Brutor girl in her mid teens both with the same color of hair she has. “I know they were brought here, where did they go, after that around mid July of this year.” He studies the picture for a few moments gazing intently at it and he shakes his head “Do you realize how many Nation citizens we have coming in and through these stations, I don’t know...I am sorry I just don’t remember them.” Anger flashes across her face as she quickly grabs his right middle finger starting at the tip of it; she breaks every joint on it all the way down to the base of the finger. Her other hand brutally backhands him breaking open the other corner of his mouth as blood starts to trickle from it. “Perhaps that will jog your memory, and they WERE NOT Nation citizens. They were kidnapped and forced here against their will.”
He flashes a sinister grin at her, realizing he had just struck a cord with her and quickly lets it flee his face. Licking the corner of his mouth, “Many people pass in and out of these stations who are not capsuleers I don’t know them all personally. I am sorry I just don’t recall those faces.” She is obviously displeased with what he says to her and proceeds to individually break every single joint in his right hand and then places it flat and with all her Brutor strength crushes his wrist with her hands. She hits him across the face with her fist breaking his nose; then again from the other direction her fist connects around his temple and eye splitting his brow open and blood starts to pour out.
“Not good enough, Corael and Morganna Khammael are their names” She says with a heated tone to her voice, trying desperately not to kill this man outright who has information about her mother and sister. He stops and pauses for a moment and thinks “They were brought down here on a Archon class carrier.” His eyes widen at the mention of the name with recognition, he shakes his head almost automated “Nope, sorry don’t recognize them.” The tone of his voice and his facial expression told her that he recognized the names and lied to her about it. She brutally punches him in the other eye; upper cuts him under the chin and puts her knee in his groin. The man cries out in agony and extreme pain. She snarls at him “Tell me, where they are.” Her patience is wearing thin but she is desperately trying not to kill the only potential lead she may have to find them.
He gasps for air as she takes her knee off his groin “umm, umm they might have gone to A-D system yah, I think that is where they went according to the flight plan I received.” She turns her back and press her neck for a moment under her ear “Joshua, can you confirm this with the paperwork from his office and home? “ She pauses for a moment awaiting a response; the man cries out from behind her “You went into my fucking home? Where is my wife and kids? Where are they?” She pretends to ignore him “Good, thank you. I will bring things to a close here. Offer the wife and children safe passage back up to The State, Daddy isn’t coming home.” He glares at the back of her head “You fucking whore of a Matari scum, how are you judge me? You are all just pets of something larger; you do not have your freedom that you so desperately crave for you are all slaves to yourselves.” She laughs “Us? Slaves? You are a fine person to talk Citizen of the Nation.” She walks up to him slowly undoing the non crushed hand. She sits in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, looking at him coldly in the eyes.
Out of desperation, he quickly moves his hand and with his nails slices her along her cheek. Her body goes rigid as she places an arm around the top of his head and one around his neck. She whispers into his ear “You are free to think what you will of me, but I am one thing you will never be - immortal.” With that an audible snap comes from him as she breaks his neck, his lifeless body slumps in the chair. Blood is coming down from her cheek as she unlocks the door to the door and leaves. With no show or emotion or remorse on her face.
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What have I become? Do the ends justify the means? I just killed a man in cold blood because of his loyalties. There is no forgiveness if you join the Nation, he is better off free from that servitude at least now he will be at peace.
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