CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"How much longer, sir?" he asked, dreading the answer.
"Five minutes," said his commander.
"Can we make it ten, sir? Or a week?" he almost pleaded.
"Everyone's got to die some day, private," said the commander.
"Why today?" he asked, all thoughts of rank gone. He was going to die after all, what did it matter.
"Because they must be stopped," said the commander, not taking his eyes off the target.
"There must be another way," said the pivate, though he knew there wasn't.
"To kill a Frangix demon and make it stick you must kill yourself afterwards. That's how it works," said the commander.
"You're one of the best commanders we have, we need you, sir!" said the private, trying a different tact. The commander smiled grimly.
"I'm old. I'd be retired in a year anyway. Then what would I do? My life is effectively over anyway. Best to take out some Frangix with me."
"I'm young," said the private, lamely.
"So were your wife and children," said the commander. "You have nothing to live for now either."
"I'll meet someone else, start a new family!" said the private, shocked that he was actually saying these words.
"Everyone has to make sacrifices," said the commander, simply.
"My life, sir! It's all I have! I only exist because of it!"
"Don't you believe that you will raise again to fight alongside the glorious Lord and Saviour of our people Mizzark Heathen in the fnial battle between good and evil?"
"NO," said the private, agry.
"Me neither," laughed the commander. "Come on son. Time to die forever."
"If I don't go?"
"I'll blow your head off."
"Might as well go then."
"That would be my advice."
They didn't say another word as they walked into the Frangix lair. Nothing walked out of there again.
"Five minutes," said his commander.
"Can we make it ten, sir? Or a week?" he almost pleaded.
"Everyone's got to die some day, private," said the commander.
"Why today?" he asked, all thoughts of rank gone. He was going to die after all, what did it matter.
"Because they must be stopped," said the commander, not taking his eyes off the target.
"There must be another way," said the pivate, though he knew there wasn't.
"To kill a Frangix demon and make it stick you must kill yourself afterwards. That's how it works," said the commander.
"You're one of the best commanders we have, we need you, sir!" said the private, trying a different tact. The commander smiled grimly.
"I'm old. I'd be retired in a year anyway. Then what would I do? My life is effectively over anyway. Best to take out some Frangix with me."
"I'm young," said the private, lamely.
"So were your wife and children," said the commander. "You have nothing to live for now either."
"I'll meet someone else, start a new family!" said the private, shocked that he was actually saying these words.
"Everyone has to make sacrifices," said the commander, simply.
"My life, sir! It's all I have! I only exist because of it!"
"Don't you believe that you will raise again to fight alongside the glorious Lord and Saviour of our people Mizzark Heathen in the fnial battle between good and evil?"
"NO," said the private, agry.
"Me neither," laughed the commander. "Come on son. Time to die forever."
"If I don't go?"
"I'll blow your head off."
"Might as well go then."
"That would be my advice."
They didn't say another word as they walked into the Frangix lair. Nothing walked out of there again.