Excerpts from "Spooky Action at a Distance"- UNITY page 2
Time for a Change
Dax looked down at the kids shocked, innocent, dead eyes and something snapped. With lightning speed he fired on his own elite shock unit dropping all six. He surveyed their limp lifeless bodies and felt better,he didn't know why he felt better but he definitely did.
He had no idea why the kids naive,waxy gaze had affected him but he knew this could never happen again.
He felt like he was waking from a long sleep, his rage had controlled him now for so many years, maybe the dead kids likeness to his own boy had finally made him realise the horror of what he had done.
He'd only had his promotion to Strategos for a few weeks when his wife and boy were taken from him, the dissidents had placed a bomb under block F barrack just to take him out, but instead took out half the building including his family. But he hadn't been there, how could the rebels not have known he wouldn't be there,the only night of the week he was out, he was always out at the same time every week, how could they have been that stupid? Fucking amateurs! Dax hated amateurs, there was a reason why he was still alive after all these years and his enemys weren't. No, Dax hadn't been in his quarters because he had been at his cooking class, the one personal pleasure he allowed himself, for him, cooking was like yogic meditation the pressures of his responsibilties would drift away as he chopped and diced,steamed, baked, grilled and plated. If only he had been there, maybe he would have sensed something, or at the very least be with his family now. From that day long ago to the present he had never cooked again.
For so many years now he had, hunted down, sniffed out and silenced all suspected dissenters to the Unity. For nearly 2 decades he had been the Strategos of Dr Scharnhorst's personal elite troops "The Perfecters" and carried out his orders to the letter.But lately he had started to think his days were numbered, of the other 9 Strategos Commander's in the Republican guard when he started, he was the only one left. Some killed in combat, most court martialled for supposed plots against the Unity and executed, he had known many and although he hadn't liked them all, he had respected them as good loyal soldiers.
It was time to disappear, a change of identity, a new career, maybe it was time to get back into his cooking.
Dax looked down at the kids shocked, innocent, dead eyes and something snapped. With lightning speed he fired on his own elite shock unit dropping all six. He surveyed their limp lifeless bodies and felt better,he didn't know why he felt better but he definitely did.
He had no idea why the kids naive,waxy gaze had affected him but he knew this could never happen again.
He felt like he was waking from a long sleep, his rage had controlled him now for so many years, maybe the dead kids likeness to his own boy had finally made him realise the horror of what he had done.
He'd only had his promotion to Strategos for a few weeks when his wife and boy were taken from him, the dissidents had placed a bomb under block F barrack just to take him out, but instead took out half the building including his family. But he hadn't been there, how could the rebels not have known he wouldn't be there,the only night of the week he was out, he was always out at the same time every week, how could they have been that stupid? Fucking amateurs! Dax hated amateurs, there was a reason why he was still alive after all these years and his enemys weren't. No, Dax hadn't been in his quarters because he had been at his cooking class, the one personal pleasure he allowed himself, for him, cooking was like yogic meditation the pressures of his responsibilties would drift away as he chopped and diced,steamed, baked, grilled and plated. If only he had been there, maybe he would have sensed something, or at the very least be with his family now. From that day long ago to the present he had never cooked again.
For so many years now he had, hunted down, sniffed out and silenced all suspected dissenters to the Unity. For nearly 2 decades he had been the Strategos of Dr Scharnhorst's personal elite troops "The Perfecters" and carried out his orders to the letter.But lately he had started to think his days were numbered, of the other 9 Strategos Commander's in the Republican guard when he started, he was the only one left. Some killed in combat, most court martialled for supposed plots against the Unity and executed, he had known many and although he hadn't liked them all, he had respected them as good loyal soldiers.
It was time to disappear, a change of identity, a new career, maybe it was time to get back into his cooking.
