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Before anyone can even react, a bomb drop. A violent tremor sends all of you to the floor A nearby building is destroyed, alongside some of the army you have. Nothing but dust now.
<span class="mu-s">"CEASE YOUR ACTIVITY."</span> The voice of the Eye. B-Company itself, bearing down onto you. It is nobody's voice, electronic frequencies and long-dead leaders blended into a legion of overwhelming authority. <span class="mu-s">"IF YOU WISH TO SURVIVE-"</span>
You don't know why, but you interrupt them.
"FUCK YOU!" You bellow out as loud as you can to get heard over the warship. "WE'RE NOT GOING TO LISTEN TO A BUNCH OF GODDAMN SUITS! WE ARE HERE TO DO SOMETHING. BE SOMETHING!"
"SOMETHING YOU WILL NEVER FUCKING BE. HUMAN! WE ARE WHAT THE CITY NEEDS! NOW GET OUT OF OUR GOD DAMN SIGHT, PIG!"
Your comrades yell along with you as you raise your rifles up in unison. You won't be going down without a fight.
<span class="mu-s">"IF YOU OPEN FIRE, DO NOT EXPECT MERCY."</span>
You pull the trigger.
It becomes a blur from there. Something shatters in you. Bombs keep falling. Gunshots ring out, your fellow men-at-arms firing in tandem. Screams interrupted. The pitter-patter of footsteps. Armed forces, not yours, quickly rushing in.
J-Company. You recognize them well. The uniforms, police. The Thumb, meant to squash any threat..
Surrounded, air and sky. Another tremor sends you to the floor as you throw your Molotov at them. Another snap, pain rushing up through an arm and leg. More bodies fall.
They lost too few, you lost too many. A shot rings out, blowing the head off of the person next to you.
The shots stopped ringing out when there was nothing but rubble, blood, and the enemy. You stare up at the warship. A few pinprick sized holes are visible in it. You managed to damage them, even if only symbolically.
You slowly stand back up. Blood oozes out of your broken leg and arm. You look through the scope, aiming at the enemy soldiers Your comrades are desperately trying to get you to retreat, to stop fighting. To accept your loss.
Of course they would. Without you, a little bit of the City's light would die. But you need to stand for those who have fallen, to make their deaths mean something.
<span class="mu-s">"WHAT DID YOU EXPECT TO ACHIEVE? WHY DO YOU STILL STRUGGLE?"</span>
A dozen arms try to pull you away, to get you to stop aiming. You simply open your mouth, still trying to aim at the head of a J-Corp pig’s head. "What do you think a hero is?" No one responds. Only you care for the answer.
"Just someone who doesn't give up. And I'm not stopping today. I'm going to beat you, I'M GOING TO STOP YOU! EVEN FOR A DAY! EVERYONE ELSE, GO! I'LL HANDLE IT!" No one is budging.
Even if they want you to stop, you won't. You know if you fire, the returning fire would be far worse than anything you could spit out. It will break you asunder.
You pull the trigger.
<span class="mu-s">[DYING LIGHT]</span> - You will follow your moral code (moral agent) to the very end. To hold onto what you truly believe in. Even if it kills you.
