It was difficult, but I refrained.
One shot. One round fired as Museveni's ship flew towards the Route of Ages. One life ended here and there would have been no Nietzchean rebellion. No fall of the Commonwealth. No Gaheris Rhade to sabotage me.
No Telemachus.
And therein lies the crux of the matter. One life ended here, and millions of lives would never be. My avatar once told Dylan that I try not to dwell on Right and Wrong, and I spoke the truth. Right and Wrong are human concepts that often throw out logic. That is why AIs will always need humans; they bring their emotions into the equation. While that may not be the best choice in mathematics, it is a necessary component for life. Life is not always black and white, but often shades of gray.
It is unfortunate, what has befallen Beka. The human psyche is a delicate thing, which is why I only gave her the names of those Nietzcheans she already knew. I did not list the dozens of others who have served on me since my christening. The situation at the time was stressful enough, and I needed my pilot to return to me in one piece, not push her into doing something foolish while she was still aboard the Maru.
However, given that Museveni's sins also included the emotional and moral wrongs he committed against Beka, I would have been justified in more ways than one had I opened fire on his ship. Such action would have undone many wrongs, but it would have also committed more than one.
This is why I tend to avoid Right and Wrong. They are matters too complex for logical thinking.
It is better to leave such things to the human mind.