Arkase stood near Josea and Kim, keeping his eye out for the NMX.
Not for the first time, he was stuck being idle. He reflected on the mission; how it began, how it is, and what it may be.
War crimes. He hadn't really thought about it too much on the Aeon, he had been too busy worrying about methane pockets, the NMX and Tsubei taking command. Now, though, he shivered a bit. He didn't believe he was guilty -- what he had ordered had been well within his rights, given their capacity for prisoners in that moment, and he had never fired -- but the thought of being accused, or even the remote possibility of being judged guilty, produced a small stone of fear in his gut. What would he do, if they made that decision? Just the shame of being accused made him want to hide his face forever. Could he command, with that hanging over his head?
What of his failure? He had burdened Tsubei with command, and despite what he said he did have regrets. He regretted not being there for his team. He regretted leaving them with a junior NCO, whatever her abilities. The truth was, he would have regretted leaving the Team in anyone else's hands but his own.
Tsubei had done as well as she could have -- minor mistakes that Arkase would likely have made himself. She had done her job; whether she excelled at it or not remained to be seen, but that was all that was asked for. In combat, in command, and -- damnably -- being better at taking the thoughts of her team into account than Arkase's history with the Aeon pointed to.
What of the mission? They had reached the NMX facility. They had engaged what was ostensibly the perimeter guard, and now Tsubei appeared to be in the process of breaching.
Arkase shifted uncomfortably, noticing Kim and Josea making the motions for a laser communication. So much could still go wrong. He turned away from the pair, looking out at the frozen planet.