[Medical bay – Rhodes Island]
"What are you trying to do, no. What are you trying to achieve?"
Those were the words Kal'tsit asked while treating Berserker's wounds.
"That is a tough question, I'm not sure I have an answer to satisfy you." Undertaker replied as she patted Berserker's head, roughing up his hair in the process. Berserker seems to enjoy her actions.
"Let's start off simple. Why do you question the Doctor's decisions?"
"Rhodes Island is the lighthouse and the Doctor is the light source, guiding lost ships that were seeking safety in the rough sea," Undertaker replied as she wiped off the stains off Berserker's face. "The light must do it's duty and understand the importance of the role at the same time."
Undertaker paused as she raised two fingers.
"Currently, there are two lighthouses guiding these lost ships back to safety. Rhodes island and the Reunion. If there isn't someone questioning the decision, what differences will Rhodes island and Reunion be?"
"What about the rest of the factions?"
"They are simply flares fired from a flare gun. Insignificant and useless in the situation."
"Sorry to interrupt the conversation and overhearing the conversation." Nearl voice could be heard before entering the room with Amiya.
Nearl was adamant on finding Berserker for an answer about his treatment to the civilians. Amiya was the peace negotiator that the Doctor assigned.
Upon hearing Undertaker words, something deep within her felt enraged. Her voice carried the feeling of a wounded proud knight.
"How could you say they are insignificant and useless?!"
"You disagree with my point? Do enlighten with your wisdom."
"Their efforts have helped small communities, providing healing and protection to the weak. To simply discount their roles in bridging the fractured society. It's simply an insult that I will not stand by!"
Undertaker took a mental note of Nearl's statement before questioning her.
"Their efforts are noble, that I would not deny. However, their actions are simply putting band aids on the wound caused by a sharp blade."
Undertaker walked towards Nearl with confident in her words.
"When the war is over, will anything be any different or change from the old because of the efforts and sacrifices made? The answer is IMPOSSIBLE. Society will simply find its way to tear itself apart, the flame of hatred and fear will only grow brighter, engulfing everything in sight."
"That ..."
"Your work will simply be forgotten, conveniently left aside by others as the cycle continues. The words Insignificant and Useless isn't discounting their sacrifice or noble deeds but those simply will not solve the problems."
Undertaker took a glimpse on Nearl's face before she continued.
"Nearl, without a doubt, you are a good person. A knight who risk her own life before the others. Sacrifices you made solidify you as a hero if this is a fantasy story."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Have you ever considered that your actions are evil?"
"What? How could my action be evil?"
"This may be a little cruel." Undertaker studied Nearl body language. "Please allow me give an example that all could digest."
Undertaker took out a metal coin from her pocket, balancing it on the table and spinning it.
"Like I say. You are, without a doubt, a good hero. However, you are the very evil that the Reunion wanted remove, from their perspective."
"Are you saying the Reunion is just?!"
"Of course not. Justice is merely a concept to justify a winner's action. The Reunion wants to build a new society where all infected would be able to live free, even if they have to burn down the old to the ground ."
There was the feeling of uneasiness in the room.
"The Reunion recruited those who were shunned and dehumanized, giving them a purpose and promising this vision of the future that they shared deep within. When your weapon fell upon these soldiers, how many dreams have you robbed away?"
"I.."
"When you cut down Reunion armies, have you ever questioned why they continued fighting to the last person? The answer is simple. Some could be families, others comrades or bond mates. They seeks revenge for those that you have slain."
"Boss, please do not continue." Sage asked as he tug onto her shirt with his hand. "You are striking way too deep."
"I shall end my point with this. This war must be won by ideals and not humanitarian efforts. The old dynasty cannot be rebuilt, only replaced. Those who are true to their ideals will be raised as heroes, even if both sides are evil."
[Black steel manufacturing plant - outpost]
"Take your time, the Reunion are simply taking a stroll." The female mercenary said as she held a giant gun case on her hand. "You there, are you blocking the entrance or inviting the Reunion for a birthday party?"
The engineers and workers scrambled, stacking up empty ammo crates as makeshift barricades. Pistols were distributed amongst the people, despite most of them did not owned a license to use one.
"What was the reply?" The female mercenary asked.
"Please hold on as long as you can." The worker replied back as he hurried through the messages.
"Typical for her to give me such a polite order." There is a grin on her face as she took position at the back of the three rank firing line. She elevated herself with the empty crates before dropping the gun case.
The Black Steel security team expected a rifle of sort to be revealed as she assembled the parts.
To their amazed and horror, the female mercenary revealed a custom hand crank gatling gun.
"Where...where did you get that?"
"This is a special collector item." The female mercenary swiped the bullets from the crates beside her, loading the bullets into the magazines. Her speed was unmatched by the veteran workers in the manufacturing plant.
"Those who do not want to contribute in the fight, hide behind the firing line and reload the empty magazines." The security officer shouted as they entrenched themselves behind the wall of crates, readying themselves for a relentless attacks.