Loyalty and Morality
Chapter 1: The Project
It is when we're on the brink of war, when men must put their differences aside and do what must be done for the greater good. It is when we're on the brink of war, where one must search within themselves to see where their loyalties truly stand. It is when we're on the brink of war, where we have to decide what's more important. Our lives, or our beliefs.
This is that story.
Antharg had been doing this job for 10 years. Commanding one of Orgrimmar's many platoons of war-hardened grunts. And yet he still questioned himself, whether he qualified for the grueling job or not.
At times, he felt he was too weak. When he had to make an executive decision, and lives were at stake. He felt that anyone else in the world would be doing a better job than him. And yet here he was. At the heart of Orgrimmar, within Grommash Hold. In the exact same spot, he would find himself sitting every year, by the round table, listening to the rest of Orgrimmars elite.
And every time, he told himself, "This is the day. This is the day", the day he would resign, the day he would free himself from these disgusting debates about whether or not they would spare the women and children in their next raid, the day he would grant himself peace of mind that he was no longer responsible for the horrible things these people were bound to do.
And yet, every year, it was the same thoughts. The same feelings that would keep him from doing such a thing. He would think about his wife and son, and how those Alliance dogs had taken them, and he would say to himself,
"No, I can't stop fighting. Not now. Not ever"
He indeed had a problem, and he recognized it. He thought that somehow, by helping killing all these innocent people, as the Alliance did to his family, that he would finally be put to rest.
In fact, this was one of his strengths. He wasn't afraid of dying. He did what he was told. Because, he knew that the moment he let his mind wander, he would become depressed, and the grieving would start all over again.
So, he always kept himself occupied. It was indeed, a battle he would have to fight for as long as he lived.
He was snapped back into the present, when his Superior, High Legionnaire Grimm, had slammed on the table furiously.
"We all recognize your lust for resources, Katram, but the preservation of the lumber in the southern Azshara area will cost too much!"
"Which I understand Grimm, but with the upcoming… project." He said with utmost subtlety, "We'll need all the resources we can get!"
Antharg, even with his rank, still was not informed about this, project that his superiors had been talking about for the past few months. Nor were any of the other Platoon commanders of his rank. And at times, they would gather and theorize what their superiors were talking about.
"Something to do with bombs, perhaps?"
"Of course not! It must be regarding machines of some sort"
"Perhaps an experiment on the wildlife?"
They would argue, but Antharg had suspected it was much more than that. Had it really been any of those things, he was certain that they would have been briefed about it already. When Antharg didn't know something, it scared him. As I stated before, he did not fear death, or anything of the like. However, what he did fear was one thing.
The unknown.
But it's not like he could walk up to his superior and ask him about what all of this was about, and its not like he could spy, or eavesdrop, or any of those things.
So, he would wait. Because when your family is dead, you hate your job, and there is a possibly life-threatening secret going around-
What else can you really do?