Nyton
Inactive Member
Re: Mission 5: Amaya's Gate
The last SMX gunshipand the Watcher were destroyed. The five Nozomi class ships were reduced to two derelict husks. He passed a quick scan just to double check that there were no life signs remaining. Depending on just how much of the crews were made up of Nekomachina he could say he just managed to slaughter a sizable number of enemy personnel.
Am I a murderer grandfather?
Well that may depend my boy.
On what?
Were they trying to kill you?
Nyton nodded at the grayed names for the Nozomi ships and grinned slightly. He had killed those who would have tried to kill them. However he knew that it was more than just accomplishment of duty. It was satisfying as though a hunger were being sated.
It had been a hot day in Roger Wilco. Once again there was violence in the streets. This time it was an attempted raid on a warehouse belonging to Anthony Claymere. It just so happened that both father and son were there. It would be here that Nyton would kill someone again. The man was rushing with a pistol at his position and Nyton had been quicker. This time he had not hesitated like before and the man was dead. Followed by another one. And then one more. Three kills that day. He earned a pat on the head from his father. Good job, son.
Fast forward to one night when a stimulus package of money was being dropped in the poor section of town. During the operation to grab the money Nyton had manned a machine gun nest. As usual the local population made a rush to reach the money. Nyton stopped them with a hail of gunfire. After a few unsuccessful rushes no more came. Ten killed earned a thumbs up from Thomas. Well done, boy.
Another night, another gang fight. Anthony had a habit of renting warehouses in poor sections to save costs on overhead. If it meant spilling a little blood then so be it. Nyton was using his first grenade delivery device attached to his assault rifle. Along with several kills made by gunfire he increased his count with the use of explosives. Twenty five dead including those killed by collateral damage. A dismissive shrug from Anthony and a lecture from Thomas regarding killing non-combatants. Ya still did well given the circumstances.
More training. More deadlier weapons. This time Nyton set up a perimeter of explosives. He was good at it, methodical and precise. It was a good thing too because the human wave that rushed them was larger than usual. They really wanted that stimulus package today. Everyone did. Daylight was creeping in and Nyton could see the approach of people even without the help of his NVGs. Men, women, even children were approaching. He set off the charges and turned one wave of people into so many corpses. Another wave met his next wall. And a third. The fourth met gunfire before Anthony secured his goal and they could escape with it. Anthony actually gave Nyton a smile this time. They knew the risks. Not one would have treated you any different. Good job son.
Eventually the praise was unnecessary. Nyton knew he was a killer and he accomplished it eagerly. Killing was satisfying in and of itself. His grandfather had instilled the distinction between killing those who were enemies and those who weren't. It was not right to kill those who weren't fighting against you. Of course that definition was very broad since 'support' personnel could be considered legitimate targets.
It was a realization Nyton had come to long ago: the only thing separating him from a murderer and a soldier was the direction he pointed his gun.
All this passed through Nyton's mind in an instant. The edge was in sight now. Right there about the point where one may step off, were the well worn tracks that he had left time and time again. And there he stayed.
"Enemy ships destroyed, your highness. No signs of life detected nor any further enemy action detected. Currently monitoring the Dominion for any source of enemy action." Nyton reported. He locked weapons on the remaining enemy ship in case any actions were taken along with keeping an eye open for any attempted escape by anyone aboard. At the same time he wondered about the NH-23 Kotori's condition and whether she was still fighting. The aetheric activity was suspicious and he worried that it may not be working in her favor. "Is there anything we can do to assist your sister?" he then asked, uncertain as to how else to address her.
The last SMX gunshipand the Watcher were destroyed. The five Nozomi class ships were reduced to two derelict husks. He passed a quick scan just to double check that there were no life signs remaining. Depending on just how much of the crews were made up of Nekomachina he could say he just managed to slaughter a sizable number of enemy personnel.
Am I a murderer grandfather?
Well that may depend my boy.
On what?
Were they trying to kill you?
Nyton nodded at the grayed names for the Nozomi ships and grinned slightly. He had killed those who would have tried to kill them. However he knew that it was more than just accomplishment of duty. It was satisfying as though a hunger were being sated.
It had been a hot day in Roger Wilco. Once again there was violence in the streets. This time it was an attempted raid on a warehouse belonging to Anthony Claymere. It just so happened that both father and son were there. It would be here that Nyton would kill someone again. The man was rushing with a pistol at his position and Nyton had been quicker. This time he had not hesitated like before and the man was dead. Followed by another one. And then one more. Three kills that day. He earned a pat on the head from his father. Good job, son.
Fast forward to one night when a stimulus package of money was being dropped in the poor section of town. During the operation to grab the money Nyton had manned a machine gun nest. As usual the local population made a rush to reach the money. Nyton stopped them with a hail of gunfire. After a few unsuccessful rushes no more came. Ten killed earned a thumbs up from Thomas. Well done, boy.
Another night, another gang fight. Anthony had a habit of renting warehouses in poor sections to save costs on overhead. If it meant spilling a little blood then so be it. Nyton was using his first grenade delivery device attached to his assault rifle. Along with several kills made by gunfire he increased his count with the use of explosives. Twenty five dead including those killed by collateral damage. A dismissive shrug from Anthony and a lecture from Thomas regarding killing non-combatants. Ya still did well given the circumstances.
More training. More deadlier weapons. This time Nyton set up a perimeter of explosives. He was good at it, methodical and precise. It was a good thing too because the human wave that rushed them was larger than usual. They really wanted that stimulus package today. Everyone did. Daylight was creeping in and Nyton could see the approach of people even without the help of his NVGs. Men, women, even children were approaching. He set off the charges and turned one wave of people into so many corpses. Another wave met his next wall. And a third. The fourth met gunfire before Anthony secured his goal and they could escape with it. Anthony actually gave Nyton a smile this time. They knew the risks. Not one would have treated you any different. Good job son.
Eventually the praise was unnecessary. Nyton knew he was a killer and he accomplished it eagerly. Killing was satisfying in and of itself. His grandfather had instilled the distinction between killing those who were enemies and those who weren't. It was not right to kill those who weren't fighting against you. Of course that definition was very broad since 'support' personnel could be considered legitimate targets.
It was a realization Nyton had come to long ago: the only thing separating him from a murderer and a soldier was the direction he pointed his gun.
All this passed through Nyton's mind in an instant. The edge was in sight now. Right there about the point where one may step off, were the well worn tracks that he had left time and time again. And there he stayed.
"Enemy ships destroyed, your highness. No signs of life detected nor any further enemy action detected. Currently monitoring the Dominion for any source of enemy action." Nyton reported. He locked weapons on the remaining enemy ship in case any actions were taken along with keeping an eye open for any attempted escape by anyone aboard. At the same time he wondered about the NH-23 Kotori's condition and whether she was still fighting. The aetheric activity was suspicious and he worried that it may not be working in her favor. "Is there anything we can do to assist your sister?" he then asked, uncertain as to how else to address her.
