and…uneasy.
Psycho kicked his feet out from under him and the sub fell face first onto the dirty carpet.
"Thank you, gentlemen," Dragon said to the policemen. "You may leave now. Psycho, see they get their weapons back—outside."
"Tenners."
Valkyrie reached down and grasped the sub by his glistening hair, pulling him to his knees, looking into his savage face.
"Would you like to try raping me?" she asked pleasantly.
"I'd love it, bitch," the sub leered, revealing misshapen teeth. "I'd make you beg for mercy!" He apparently had no idea with whom he was dealing. Valkyrie raised the butt of her E and smashed his face, shattering the nose, cheeks and teeth with one blow, transforming the face instantly into a bloody, oozing pulp.
The sub croaked once and fell onto his back, spraying blood and teeth all over the governor's carpet.
"Did anyone record that?" Valkyrie asked.
"That's a ten, Val," Tourist said.
"Good. The ConFree terrorism and public relations boys are going to make a feature-length documentary on this sub's arrest and punishment, and release it right here on Calgoran 2. They expect it to out-sell the rape-torture story."
"Criminal!" the Orman squeaked from the floor. "You're torturing an innocent! That's clearly illegal! It was found innocent! You're all criminals!"
"It's all right," I responded calmly. "A recent Calgoran court decision concluded that it was all right for criminals to torture innocents. So don't get so upset."
"A lot of your troopers have died because of this subhuman," Dragon said to the governor. "Next time ConFree asks for custody of a criminal, advise the System to comply. We'll be going now. Thanks for your assistance, sir."
"Does it really think the System is going to ignore this arrogant attack on its sovereignty?" the governor asked, flashing Dragon a haughty look. "Doesn't it realize this could spark another galactic war?"
"I'm just a soldier, sir," Dragon said, smiling. "I just follow orders. War or peace, it makes no difference to me."
The sub rolled around on the carpet, moaning, stunned by the enormity of what was happening to him. He had undoubtedly never been struck by anyone representing the interests of his victims.
"We're going to castrate you publicly, sub," Valkyrie told him, planting one boot firmly on his throat. "We're going to neuter you. Then we're going to cut off your arms. And that's just for starters! Any more smart comments?"
The sub could only croak, squirming on the carpet.
"You can't mean it!" the Orman objected in shock. "He's got rights! He's a citizen of the United System Alliance! He's just as good as you are!"
I raised my E and shot the Orman, blowing his head apart with a single round of x. The echo rattled around the room. The governor sat frozen behind his desk, stunned, splattered with the Orman's blood.
"You shouldn't have done that, Thinker," Dragon chided me.
"Sorry…no. No, I'm not sorry."
"Bring the sub. And don't touch him, Thinker. Nobody hurts him. That comes later. Let's go."
I moved. I was almost frozen with rage…as good as you are! We were going to torture him to death all right, but there was one big difference. He deserved it, and his victims didn't. Systie goodlibs could never make that distinction. Moral judgments were beyond them. The Legion didn't give a damn for laws. We were concerned with justice.
We took the stairs. Tourist took charge of the sub. I didn't want to be anywhere near him, for fear of what I might do to him.
"Three, did you hear the news about Aran?" Priestess's voice echoed in my helmet.
"I've been kind of busy, Priestess. What news?"
"The fungus—it's shown up on Aran. They can't stop it, it's spreading like crazy. They're considering evacuation of the whole planet."
"The fungus!" Aran was a Legion world, on the fringes of the Crista Cluster. The Cluster! I wondered how the fungus had found its way there.
"Kiss, Pits. We're ready for evac. Mission accomplished. Miss, cover
Psycho kicked his feet out from under him and the sub fell face first onto the dirty carpet.
"Thank you, gentlemen," Dragon said to the policemen. "You may leave now. Psycho, see they get their weapons back—outside."
"Tenners."
Valkyrie reached down and grasped the sub by his glistening hair, pulling him to his knees, looking into his savage face.
"Would you like to try raping me?" she asked pleasantly.
"I'd love it, bitch," the sub leered, revealing misshapen teeth. "I'd make you beg for mercy!" He apparently had no idea with whom he was dealing. Valkyrie raised the butt of her E and smashed his face, shattering the nose, cheeks and teeth with one blow, transforming the face instantly into a bloody, oozing pulp.
The sub croaked once and fell onto his back, spraying blood and teeth all over the governor's carpet.
"Did anyone record that?" Valkyrie asked.
"That's a ten, Val," Tourist said.
"Good. The ConFree terrorism and public relations boys are going to make a feature-length documentary on this sub's arrest and punishment, and release it right here on Calgoran 2. They expect it to out-sell the rape-torture story."
"Criminal!" the Orman squeaked from the floor. "You're torturing an innocent! That's clearly illegal! It was found innocent! You're all criminals!"
"It's all right," I responded calmly. "A recent Calgoran court decision concluded that it was all right for criminals to torture innocents. So don't get so upset."
"A lot of your troopers have died because of this subhuman," Dragon said to the governor. "Next time ConFree asks for custody of a criminal, advise the System to comply. We'll be going now. Thanks for your assistance, sir."
"Does it really think the System is going to ignore this arrogant attack on its sovereignty?" the governor asked, flashing Dragon a haughty look. "Doesn't it realize this could spark another galactic war?"
"I'm just a soldier, sir," Dragon said, smiling. "I just follow orders. War or peace, it makes no difference to me."
The sub rolled around on the carpet, moaning, stunned by the enormity of what was happening to him. He had undoubtedly never been struck by anyone representing the interests of his victims.
"We're going to castrate you publicly, sub," Valkyrie told him, planting one boot firmly on his throat. "We're going to neuter you. Then we're going to cut off your arms. And that's just for starters! Any more smart comments?"
The sub could only croak, squirming on the carpet.
"You can't mean it!" the Orman objected in shock. "He's got rights! He's a citizen of the United System Alliance! He's just as good as you are!"
I raised my E and shot the Orman, blowing his head apart with a single round of x. The echo rattled around the room. The governor sat frozen behind his desk, stunned, splattered with the Orman's blood.
"You shouldn't have done that, Thinker," Dragon chided me.
"Sorry…no. No, I'm not sorry."
"Bring the sub. And don't touch him, Thinker. Nobody hurts him. That comes later. Let's go."
I moved. I was almost frozen with rage…as good as you are! We were going to torture him to death all right, but there was one big difference. He deserved it, and his victims didn't. Systie goodlibs could never make that distinction. Moral judgments were beyond them. The Legion didn't give a damn for laws. We were concerned with justice.
We took the stairs. Tourist took charge of the sub. I didn't want to be anywhere near him, for fear of what I might do to him.
"Three, did you hear the news about Aran?" Priestess's voice echoed in my helmet.
"I've been kind of busy, Priestess. What news?"
"The fungus—it's shown up on Aran. They can't stop it, it's spreading like crazy. They're considering evacuation of the whole planet."
"The fungus!" Aran was a Legion world, on the fringes of the Crista Cluster. The Cluster! I wondered how the fungus had found its way there.
"Kiss, Pits. We're ready for evac. Mission accomplished. Miss, cover
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