A Strange World

You aren't much for beginnings and you're not much for ends either, you tend to drift from place to place before anything can come to a close. You never start wars and you never finish them, you fight when they are at their bloodiest then you leave. You are immoral, you are a monster, so why can't you pull the trigger?

Your mind flashes back to the mission, "Kill everything that moves, burn it all." That's it, that was the mission. Paid well too, you and about a hundred other mercenaries dropped onto the small outpost of a small moon and began the slaughter. Screams of terror followed by silence. A sound that you had grown accustomed to, you didn't enjoy it, but their pleading meant nothing to a man like you, they were weak and you were strong. They deserved all that came to them, so why can't you kill this sniveling little ball of flesh? That's all she is, flesh.

You try with all your might to slip your blade into her jugular, the tip pushing against her pale skin drawing a small dribble of crimson blood. That caused her to cry out in pain. "Fuck me, I can't," you mumble to yourself over the roar of the blood pumping through your head. You sheathe your blade and pick her up, she tries to thrash about, but you are wearing state of the art power armor she doesn't even move in your hand.

You look left and see three men approaching, smiling men. They see what you've caught. Most women at frontier moon outposts like this one put up just as hard of a fight as the men, most don't survive the initial raid, the ones that do are usually old, sick, or maimed. Not that those circumstances would even slow down mercs like the ones you were running with, but a young pretty girl like the one in your hands is something else entirely.

"Ho, Alexander what've you caught?" One of the approaching mercs asks. You know that you now have two options. Hand over the girl or kill the men and leave the moon. The men are all armed with field disruptor blades, the only way to get through modern power armor like your's. They're all greenhorns to war, they mostly do raids like this one and simple security work. Between the three of them they've probably never seen a real battlefield while you've seen hundreds.

That doesn't mean you'll have an easy time taking on three men at once. You place the girl on the ground and put your hand on your blade.

Decisions.