!IMYfe1j54Y 12/10/10(Fri)20:57 No.13105261|
All eyes quickly were directed at the knight, who swallowed hard and stepped forward into the aisle between the cots. While it wasn’t immediately visible, it was evident to everyone in the room that the poor woman was afraid – of course, whether this was because the person knew Lost well or would simply be afraid if they were in her situation was a different situation altogether.
Soon the fear would be blatantly obvious, as Major Walker strode to where she was standing, and in one swift motion, drew his sidearm and pointed it at her forehead.
The temperature in the room dropped 10 degrees, as everyone froze. Lost’s eyes widened in shock, horror, and fear.
He pulled back the hammer on the pistol, the clicks reverberating within all the clones’ ears. And for several moments, he was silent, simply pointing the pistol between the Corporal’s eyes.
“Corporal, do you understand why this is happening? Don’t say anything, don’t try to explain yourself, just nod if you understand.”
The Kknight swallowed hard, and nodded slowly, eyes shifting between the Major’s grim face and the metal at her head.
“Good. While I may not know the exact circumstances, I am going to take responsibility for your actions. Because you see, as your commanding officer, it is my job to determine if the people I send into combat are suited for the missions I assign them. Thus, I should have done a more rigorous review of your profile to determine that you were a psionic-sensitive individual, making you unsuitable for a mission that would place you in a xenoform hive. Failing that, I should have at least pulled you from that train when you and Bravo received reinforcements, as PsiComm data indicated high levels of stress from you, no doubt due to your nature. In any case, your actions are a direct reflection of my failures, so I will not be executing you.”