Commander Matthew Stronba knew only too well what Base Delta Zero was. It was the most brutal command that could ever be given during wartime. It called for the annihilation of all the life on a planet. All the spaceports. All the cities. All sentient, intelligent, thinking, breathing life. From the largest creature in the land to the smallest worm. It all had to die.
Why me? He thought repeatedly. Why? Why? Why not someone else? I'm not a damn killer! What do I do? And suddenly, with the worst gut-wrenching pang, he realized this would not be the last. After this, I'll have to do it again, and again, and again! I'll have to do it until I go insane!
- On the other side of the galaxy, on Fleeve IX, A bird hooted. It was a warning sign. Nobody believed the elder priests who told them of the bird's warning. It was clear these men were crazy. What bird could tell the future? So everyone ignored them, and continued their happy, sunny day.
- Commander Matthew was pooling in his sweat when his navigator suddenly said, "Course is clear! Want me to send the signal to the rest of the fleet so we can begin, or do you need a moment?" he asked.
Matthew Stronba said the last thing he expected to come out of his mouth.
Go Ahead.
He was wondering if he had actually just said that as the ship vanished into hyperspace.
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