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| - Set during the Battle of Biko, Sev 'Wattinrzoee is returning back to the extraction zone to leave the hostile world, believing that they had done well today. The Spectre raced out off the metal ramp, just missing the massive explosion as the gargantuan heretic ship exploded. The explosion seemed to be lasting longer than expected, until the transport's smoking corpse revealed a beam of light coming from the sky - the glassing was already underway. Activating the alien vehicle's boost drive, he sped towards the evacuation point. "I do not want to call you all heretics, but-" Sev started.
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| - Set during the Battle of Biko, Sev 'Wattinrzoee is returning back to the extraction zone to leave the hostile world, believing that they had done well today. The Spectre raced out off the metal ramp, just missing the massive explosion as the gargantuan heretic ship exploded. The explosion seemed to be lasting longer than expected, until the transport's smoking corpse revealed a beam of light coming from the sky - the glassing was already underway. Activating the alien vehicle's boost drive, he sped towards the evacuation point. "The gods' will has been done, brothers! The gods' have been impressed by our performance today." Sev shouts with pride to the passengers in the back seats. He was surprised when there was silence. They are more talkative than this. They have been like this the entire battle. Finally, Zule 'Wattinree spoke without enthusiasm. "Yes, they may be proud of our achievements today." The word 'may' made Sev shift uncomfortably. "Are the gods' not just, Zule? How can we not be rewarded for our actions here?" "It feels strange how quickly the Hierarchs declared our foes heretics, does it not?" What is he getting at. Sev deliberately made a sharp turn, allowing him to glimpse at his passengers. Zule's body was shaking wildly, even considering the suddenness of the turn, while Khan was lost deep in thought, paying no attention to what was happening. "Skip the holy riddles, old friend: why are you distrusting the truthful scriptures?" "The humans we have fought before, they weren't the cowards we saw on Osaamsacri. No, Sev, even there, many of them defended their homes like the great warriors of old - how are they the cowards that have stolen and defiled the will of the ancients?" Sev immediately stopped the Spectre, then turned around to stare at Zule. "Old friend, please. Do not tell me you are suggesting what I believe you are suggesting." "Sev, we know you are a zealot to the Journey, but we can't keep putting this discussion off forever." Khan finally chimed in, making Sev shiver. "I do not want to call you all heretics, but-" Sev started. "Even here and now, we have seen those who were sure to be slaughtered. That dying ship we fled from? Even those knew their time had come, when we slaughtered the rest of their kind, had stood from the fires of defeat with blades, scrap and even fists. How can we not accept them into the Covenant, when they are fully capable of defending their own kind!" Zule screamed. Sev was completely shocked; even his stubbornness could not ignore Zule's points. He glanced at Khan, who gave a subtle nod before he turned back to Zule. Perhaps, he is right, maybe- Sev bowed his head, not in respect but in sadness. "You both can be willingly executed for your views. I do not want to lose my dearest friends." The pair already knew this, but nodded anyway. Starting up the Spectre again, the group took the shortest way to the evacuation point, singing not the joys of victory, but praying they wouldn't be punished for the crimes they had almost committed.
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