Les Loups Blancs

[Xing]

Isabelle watched silently as the station was blown to nothingness by a Liberty cruiser battlegroup. No survivors; all enemy space crafts that managed to evacuate the station were shot down by the deadly guns of the silvery behemoth warships.

Captain Adamas resumed the debriefing as the light came back;
"Enemy causalities estimated around 750, judging by the size of this installation. No fatalities, prisoners on our side, only a single injured."
"All in all, mission is officially over and has resulted into success."

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"Sir?"
Adamas was cleaning up his multiple blaster rifles, a meticulous work that required much patience and attention. Isabelle admired the delicate playing of the man' hands over the cold pieces of metal that delivered death; it was nearly with a loving attention he gave himself to the task.

"What is it Isa?"
She didn't quite understood why she blushed. After all, they were off duty at the moment - one of those rare moments among the Wolves where they could actually relax. In those time, it was usual for soldiers, in every units she served, to use more familiar, intimate ways to address at each others, no matter the ranks.
But, and she knew it was intended, she could never feel close to the men of the squadron.
So why...

"You wanted to ask me something?" Adamas repeated in a soft voice.
"... sir, the station we destroyed... they had kids aboard."
"I am aware of this."

Isa looked up from her own dismantled blaster rifle, startled.
"You..."

Adamas didn't answered, seemingly absorbed by his task. Sometime, they would share their experience of wars, and Isabelle would always be disturbed by how the captain would talk about death in such a casual manner, it was nearly disturbing to her ears.
And yet at the same time, she herself committed acts of incredible cruelty - but she preferred never mention about these.

"Isa, when you want to reach an objective, sometime you have to run over many obstacles... let us take, for example, a good, well intended politician, high placed at the hierarchy."
He sighed slowly, picked up the barrel of the rifle and inspected inside. Shook his head and continued inserting the cleaning brush.

"He knows, his plans and projects will bring good to the citizens of Liberty at long term. But for this, he has to sacrifice some poorer elements of this society. For the purpose of my story, let's say, this group of abandoned elements, are the future Rogues and Xenos."

"Now, he has the choice to either enrich the people of Liberty, and sacrifice his conscience and innocence for the future detritus his projects will bring, or, watch his nation crumble slowly."

"Isa, to the wolves, child, men, women, of all ages, with or without handicap, are human beings. You joined the wolves, because you wanted to do something significant to this world. You are bright, because you understood, in this sick, lowly human society we created, only death can bring changes. There is no such thing as democracy, votes, rules or codes."
"Changes, are only determined by how many human beings you are ready to sacrifice. This, an old President had enough guts to understand it. He died, hated, but he died knowing an entire nation owed him."
"We will be hated, Isa. We will be despised, but we are making a difference in this world of illusion."

"And, how can we be sure we aren't only creating more illusions for ourselves... sir?"
"This Isa, depends only of your own perception."

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