Leutre rewarded Miyoko with a sneer. It was a rather scary shift in demeanor for the normally jovial nepleslian young man, especially seeing he was also drawing his knife. "You stupid woman. You should have left me to rot... but you haven't, letting someone whom threatened a superior officer of killing him still walking around. I shant have you repeat that sort of thing again. After all, stupidity is contagious."
On that, Leutre grabbed on Miyoko's shoulder with one hand to hold her still and rammed his knife into her torso with a meaty thump just under her sternum, giving it a nasty twist once the blade was embedded almost to the hilt. "No one will know - I disabled the internal sensors." He confided to her. The young man chortled with sadistic amusement as he watched the light disappear from Miyoko's eyes and then extracted his knife from her body, not even sparing her a second glance as he headed inside the armor bay and discarded his clothes.
He pushed the matter from his mind as he went and boarded the Daisy armor. He was familiar enough with it for it to suit his purpose; there were more indesirables to dispose of. "Sir, Saito won't be able to come along. There was some accident in engineering and she needed to get back to help our cook." All while he was saying this over armor-only comm channels communication, he was working out his plans: he'd shoot Nyton's head off when the tactical officer would be occupied and he'd then call out for Masako's help, claiming it was because of the mishhu. When she'd come investigate, he'd do her in too. He could easily cover his tracks with anything from a faulty PSC allowing Mishhu mind control to editing the sensor records later on to hold himself as the valiant survivor of an ill-planned out boarding mission facing terrifying aliens - everyone would mourn and sympathize with him. It was perfect.