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The Nature of Predators - The New Arxur (7/10)
🕑 Added 2024-09-18 11:00:08 +0000 UTCMemory Transcription Subject: Raza, Arxur Collective Operative
Date [standardized human time]: August 19, 2154
The mountains loomed over our vehicle, majestically dark gray apart from the pristine snow caps that marked their peaks. Having a truck sped up our travel time by a significant margin; my squad eked out an hour to nap, and looked more rested for that downtime. I was a bit groggy, but I’d stayed awake for much longer in the past. This was nothing that I couldn’t handle, and my crew’s mental optimization would make up for any of my own brain fog. We couldn’t stop while we were hunting the sniper, though afterward, there’d be no reason to hurry. Once the mission was completed, we could rest and take our sweet time coming back. It might be best not to hustle to our border, if Ilthiss’ tanks were engaged in a massive skirmish with the Collective at this moment.
This war began when we rode our tanks in to put Sefturna back in its place, for their willful defiance of the moratorium on executing defectives. The way for the insurrection to turn the tide is to flatten our cities as well. The Collective will be the one playing defense for a change.
My team had wrought quite the trail of destruction behind us so far: torching a village, demolishing a bridge, and taking out two dozen soldiers with just the four of us. Our last stop to clear might require more subtlety, since it was a sprawling military installation. Though it was on the “smaller” side for an outpost, I could estimate there were still fifty-odd soldiers in the vicinity. There wasn’t a prayer of taking out all of them, unless Hossat could creep up on each one and slit their throats without anyone noticing. The Nevok had been concerningly effective as an assassin, despite the Arxur having a height advantage on him; he’d walked in absolute silence. Come to think of it, he’d popped up out of nowhere several times since I met him. The irony was he’d make an excellent predator. It was obvious that his government had some training in these areas; I could’ve inferred as much when he derided whether Isif had taught us anything.
I took a final look at the camp from afar, coasting down the road while peering through binoculars. Despite the fact that our arrival was during the early morning hours, an unusual proportion of the camp was awake and walking about. They must be waiting up in anticipation of the Sefturna Sniper’s arrival; it would make sense if our target was passing through here. I could see a gigantic trough of bloodsoak being prepared. The dish was traditionally made by exsanguinating animals, then tossing their flesh and organs in to marinate for hours. It often had a variety of quarries, offering the ability to mix-and-match meats. Since it sat directly in the sun, it would remain as warm as any fresh kill. Usually, it was left out to simmer during sleep time, and devoured when a contingent of soldiers awoke. I could imagine the delectable scent now, which would tickle my nostrils in all the right ways.
The sobering thought was that Arxur once used prey animals to concoct such a treat. It was a rare bounty reserved for the most competent raiding parties—and a dish that was impossible to make with the predominant lab-grown meat, which filled the majority of the Collective’s bellies. The gears began to turn in my head as I cast a glance toward Hossat. That dark past was how I could explain his purpose here: as newly-acquired cattle. These Betterment sympathizers might lap that up.
“Almost there; get ready! We have one of Ilthiss’ army’s trucks, so we need to try to pass like we belong,” I declared in a booming voice. “There’s no way of hiding or fighting our way through. This is where defectives have the upper claw: in talking our way out of this. But to achieve that, we have to explain Hossat—and to have him not act like himself.”
I could sense the Nevok’s eyes peering at me from beneath his cloak, before his scathing voice piped up. “What exactly do you mean?”
“I need you to act like scared, sniveling prey, not the belligerent assassin you are. My plan is to convince them we’re Betterment agents who Usliff sent to require sapient cattle for breeding. We can say that they wanted the Sefturna Sniper to bring you over Death’s Pass, since they’re the one who can make it across.”
“Hrrr. What happens when they ask why you don’t just put him on a fucking shuttle to fly him over?” Zefriss hissed.
“We say we couldn’t risk the transport being intercepted. Usliff didn’t want Isif getting wind of the plan, because then the Collective will make it a priority target. Not to mention that a shuttle runs the risk of being shot out of the sky; this is efficient.”
“Is it such a good idea to…offer Hossat up as cattle? If only, hsss, because Isif worries about the optics…and gave us orders not to let this happen.”
“It’s asking a lot, so he’ll have to agree—”
“I’ll do it,” the Nevok said flatly.
“Oh. Well, okay then, it’s settled. Let’s see how good his acting skills are.”
The vehicle rolled closer to the camp, and the guard flagged us down. I tapped the brakes to come to an obedient halt, hoping to steer my nerves. This would require more acting prowess than our brief encounter, pretending to be Tless refugees back by the cliffs.
“That reminds me! What do you call the medicine an actor takes?” Hysran butted in, unwelcome as always.
Zefriss sighed in irritation. “A bullet to the brain to remedy the impending torment of going on stage?”
“No! Performance-enhancing drugs.”
I chuckled on accident, proving that the tension was impacting my faculties. “That was almost passable, Hysran. No more jokes, and no laughing. Betterment can’t see us socializing or acting like we like each other.”
“We don’t like each other, so there’s nothing to see there,” Hossat huffed.
“You. Are. Scared. Prey.”
“Yes, yes. I blended in with the herd for years in public. I can fool a few of the unintelligent lifeforms on this planet.”
Zefriss lunged toward Hossat, picking him up by the scruff and trying to look menacing. The Nevok seemed to catch on, since he flailed his legs about and whimpered. The prey creature also took a deft swipe at his own chest, drawing his blue blood to sell Arxur abuse. The nearest guard’s eyes lit up with hunger, before his pupils darted over to the bloodsoak cauldron. The implication was obvious: he wanted to add the prey animal to the festering collection of entrails. Could his blood scent really be that tempting? With a bit of morbid curiosity, I took a whiff through my own nostrils. I could detect a coppery scent, as well as proteins and enzymes that didn’t seem at all familiar. The smell was strong and not unwelcome, but it wasn’t as intoxicating as these bastards made it out to be.
Then again, I haven’t been trained to think of this prick as food…as our traditional prey.
“Step out of the vehicle. All of you,” the guard grunted.
I gave little reaction, complying in orderly fashion along with my companion. “We work for Betterment. We are to bring Hossat to Usliff as cattle.”
The Betterment lackey tensed, shoving a gun in my face. “Why the fuck did you call that animal a name?”
Oh…fuck. Wake up, dumbfuck! What a rookie mistake, Raza, but my thinking is so clouded. I’m exhausted…
“N-not prey!” Hossat screamed, scrambling to try to run blindly as Zefriss threw him onto the ground. “Must…you cruel monsters m-mock me? H-how…who taught you the Nevok word for prey?”
I shot a glance toward the prey creature, slowly catching to his quick-thinking save. “Hossat means prey in the Nevok language, and it’s the only name it deserves. I do mock you, pathetic vermin.”
“Keeps trying to run,” Zefriss scoffed, as the prey assassin purposefully crashed into Hysran while scampering off. “Where’s the escape? Run all you like. You are on our planet. You are cattle.”
“J-just…eat me now! Please, have m-mercy!”
“Mercy? From us?!” Hysran leaned closer to Hossat, as he recoiled from her fangs. It must be hard for her to act so seriously. “No. It’s time we controlled all of the lesser creatures again. Bring back our old glory!”
“This seems a foolish way to bring this perfectly delicious-smelling morsel to our people,” the guard commented with suspicion. “Why travel toward Death’s Pass?”
“That geezer Isif must not become aware of this,” I remarked, still rattled from my previous slip-up. Without Hossat’s clutch idea, we would’ve been busted then and there. “The Sefturna Sniper can bring the creature across. We can do so much with it, whether it be cloning or finding others to breed it with…so long as it arrives with its genetic material intact. Those Collective fools won’t even lab-print sapient meat; those defectives bring shame on our people.”
“They do. I haven't had a real meal…or real fun in ages.”
Zefriss’ pupils tracked the Nevok, as the guard snatched him. “I couldn’t resist toying with the cattle myself; it’s delightful when it screams. Unfortunately, all its parts must stay attached so they can run tests on it, and decide what’s useful. Usliff will have the head of any involved or responsible for sending him damaged goods, yes?”
Mimicking Isif to sound like the old Arxur. Smart.
“Usliff will never know if I let some of that juicy, dripping blood fall into the bloodsoak.” The guard licked at the Nevok’s wound, and it took all of my resolve not to shudder with revulsion. Hossat tried to wriggle away, showing a trace of genuine concern, but the soldier had his paws gripped around the prey animal’s throat. “Oh my. That tastes…”
“Like what we should go back to having in the future,” Hysran managed. “That’s what real rations look like. You can’t torture the lab-grown garbage.”
“The thrill of the kill! I could snap its neck, but…no, just a bit of fun. As long as my soldiers will be among the first to receive the rations made from it.”
Alarm rippled through my veins, in spite of my utter dislike for Hossat, as the Arxur warrior dragged him toward the bloodsoak trough. Who knew what “fun” might entail to these twisted monsters? I heard a yelp, after the guard’s claws tore out clumps of fur from the Nevok’s cheeks. The enemy grabbed the back of the alien’s head, then shoved him facefirst into the slush of guts. That was one way of mixing his blood into the food. Bubbles appeared in the crimson goop, while the prey sophont remained submersed and unable to breathe. His paws flew out from under the cloak, pulling on the cauldron’s edges with desperation. The movements grew feebler, as Hossat lost the ability to struggle, deprived of oxygen. It was only then that the guard brought him up. Reorienting his claws around the Nevok’s neck, the Arxur threw him hard onto the ground.
Hossat remained in a heap on the floor, eyes bulging. His cream-colored fur was painted red, entirely soaked in Wrissian bloodsoak; it was dripping from him, and falling into his eyes. The blue gashes on his throat were still oozing, and looked rather painful. He pawed at his throat and tried to move, before falling back to the ground—unable to stand. I felt wretched for suggesting this plan; this was unacceptable to ask of anyone. This was also the clearest look I’d gotten of just how monstrous my people were, something that made me understand why diplomacy with the prey species was such an uphill battle. I forced myself to remain impassive, despite how I wanted to execute this bastard of an Arxur, like the Betterment lackeys back in Cruelty’s Maw. He deserved a gunshot to his cranium, but our mission was more important.
“So you think the sniper will bring him across? We’re waiting for her here,” the guard huffed. “I’d be surprised if she’s willing to move this asset. Besides, isn’t she supposed to support the tank advance into Collective territory? Ilthiss already paid her for that.”
Paid “her” for that. We’re looking for a female Arxur who is taking a king’s ransom to mow down our people. We were right to go after the Sefturna Sniper, rather than disrupt the tanks. She’s going to try to get over the border and slaughter our people, if we don’t stop her!
“How is Usliff supposed to know what Ilthiss paid for? She can store the creature however, and get it done later. I want it off my paws; it was next to impossible not to devour it, with it sitting beside me in the car,” I hissed.
The guard flared his nostrils. “I can imagine. It’s got a lot of meat on it; won’t need fattening. What’s with the cowl?”
“We don’t want it to die going over Death’s Pass—especially if it spends days in the elements. Way too much effort was put into preserving its life for its weakling body to give up now,” Zefriss sneered.
“Hsss. Your answers do make sense. You can wait for the one you seek here.”
“Again, we can’t stay in a place like this too long. For all we know, Isif has a way of spying on us like the coward he is,” Hysran commented; I was surprised she was brainy enough to contribute to our excuses. “Even a slight chance that senile fool learns of the Nevok here is unacceptable; our orders are to keep moving.”
“And not to let the prey be eaten.” I cast a glance toward Hossat, who had struggled to a crawling position on all fours. “Surely not every Arxur will have as much foresight as us, or be able to resist it, screaming and whimpering as it is. The Sniper is disciplined enough to handle it.”
“Hrrr. Yes, fair point; I would be amazed if the Sniper ate this creature. You should go then. She is expected within the hour, so as much as I’d like to kick your livestock around, you’d best hurry if you want to catch her.”
“We will not let the creature slow us down.” Don’t say thank you. Betterment doesn’t do that. “Get up, Hossat, or I’ll make you get up.”
“I…c-can’t,” Hossat wheezed.
The Nevok unleashed a shrill scream, as Zefriss lifted the assassin upside-down, sinking his fangs into the prey’s hindleg. I couldn’t tell how much he was faking, versus how in over his head he was; perhaps he’d realized moving to Wriss was a mistake. The only hint that Hossat was in control of his actions at all was that he hugged his arms around his cloak, to ensure the vials and weapons hidden underneath weren’t flashed to the onlookers. My snarky squadmate hurried to fling the alien into the backseat of the vehicle. I didn’t waste any time hopping into the driver’s seat, not wanting the guard to get any more ideas about ways to torment Hossat—or to have second thoughts, pressing us with more questions. The demented soldier waved us on, before radioing to the sentries posted on the other side of the camp.
Almost there. I’ll check that Hossat is okay as soon as we’re out of sight. I can’t drop the act now, or all of that horrible shit will have been for nothing.
We rolled through the heart of the enemy outpost, earning little more than surprised stares from the roving guards. The duo who stood at the base of the mountain parted for us, which allowed us to waltz past them with ease. Relief washed through my veins as they disappeared into the rearview. I stopped the vehicle as the road tapered off into jagged stone, which was a sort of platform up to the dizzying trail. This was where we’d wait for the sniper; it shouldn’t be hard to spot the only person insane enough to climb that thing. I turned around to face Hossat, who was toweling the blood off his face using his cloak; the Nevok was grumbling with disgust. Was he going to be alright to continue the mission, since he’d barely been capable of standing?
“I’m…sorry about that,” I admitted reluctantly. “Are you well enough to continue?”
The Nevok’s head snapped up. “What? The act fooled you when you knew it was an act? I’m fine. That was nothing compared to my father’s beatings; I can take much more.”
“I…don’t know what to say to that.”
“Then don’t say anything. Finish the mission and go home. The idiots let a bit about the sniper’s identity slip. She sounds like a mercenary.”
Hysran slumped over with defeat. “You’ve solved it. The Sefturna Sniper was me all along!”
“Hysran, you barely passed your marksmanship certification. Nobody would believe that,” Zefriss scoffed.
I cleared my throat. “Let’s not make a farce of this. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Hossat has a point. We know more about the sniper now than we ever have. All that’s left is to meet her face to face.”
Our team of four hopped out of the truck. Hossat had proven that he was both tough and resourceful, especially after saving my own tired mistake; his presence had been our ticket through the camp, helping us pass as a mission for Betterment. While the Nevok was slower than us all, he had his own advantages—climbing and stealth being his proficiencies. I would never be able to stand him as a person, but maybe I could admit he had good ideas every now and then. With us about to confront the sniper, it was nice to know cold and efficient Hossat would be lurking in the shadows, and that he was on our side.
A/N - Arxur 7! Raza finally comes to respect Hossat’s capabilities, after the Nevok is bloodboarded under the guise that he is being brought to Usliff as a cattle clone. The guards also slip the fact that the Sefturna Sniper is a mercenary—which forces Hysran to confess. What do you think about how Hossat handled the ruse, saving Raza’s slipup, pretending to be feeble prey, and enduring literal torture? What will the game plan be to handle the Sniper?
As always, thank you for reading and supporting! Tomorrow is an off day, but Saturday will have Arxur 8 and main story content is back Monday.
Comments
Aerowarrier
Hopefully between cloning and reforestation efforts, humanity will manage to repopulate the animal populations of Wriss eventually so that they’ll be able to hunt on their planet again. Course I doubt they’ll start those efforts any time soon considering especially at the point this is happening, they’re playing apologists to every ex-Fed alive while blaming them for themselves not trying harder. No way they’d be willing to risk some bad blood to restart the dead ecosystem that is Wriss
Aerowarrier
I mean Raza, he does come from one of the hyper-capitalist races. That’s like the definition of a predator, so it makes sense that they would still have a lot of those tendencies and skills within them. I still have no idea why the Feds would’ve let a system like that exist lol
Fergon
Human sniper from Cradle
Sci-fi reader
Please remind me of who is Maya?
PhycoKrusk
I cannot remember where it was mentioned or if I hallucinated it, but I recall that Raza is also young. This story is set just shy of 18 years since first contact between Human and Arxur, so it's entirely possible that Raza is as comparable well-adjusted as she is because she was too young to really comprehend what she was doing (if she had even been born before the Collective War ended). It is very possible that this is her first eyewitnessing of just what life under the Dominion was like, and that while she'd heard of that or even seen pictures or videos, she never actually connected what that meant. I dunno, just guessing.
EliasArt2Life
“This was also the clearest look I’d gotten of just how monstrous my people were, something that made me understand why diplomacy with the prey species was such an uphill battle.” Honestly, I wish MORE Arxur (like Kaisal) were forced into a situation like this. Too many Arxur deal with their difficulties entering into diplomacy with other species by calling it hatred for who they are, but almost none of them every recognize that said hatred isn’t fully undeserved. Raza hates Hossat, and has threatened and planned to do away with him multiple times, but that tiny connection that exists was enough for her to recognize how horrible the treatment the Betterment Arxur were giving Hossat was. Imagine how she’d have felt if she LIKED the Nevok. It’s good that she’s realizing that this behavior is all the rest of the galaxy saw of them for half a millennia. If she can keep following that train of thought, she might actually become a diplomat worthy of taking Isif’s place. “That was nothing compared to my father’s beatings; I can take much more.” I don’t know if the beatings led to Hossat never fully developing proper empathy, or if his father, trying to beat his “predator diseased spawn” pushed Hossat towards his hyper-violent lifestyle, but you can bet those beatings had a major impact on who Hossat is today.
Space Paladin
I hope that you enjoyed your binge reading!
Fergon
It's clearly Maya's evil sister Kaya. Or her daughter Naya.
PhycoKrusk
@Alekss Too risky. Besides causing moral damage where you really would not want to cause moral damage, it's only a matter of time before Isif decides to do something about it, as has happened here. Now, you have his assets getting tangled up with your asset, possibly escalating the conflict in new directions. Never mind that if they manage to find out that it's _your_ asset attacking them, you will irreparably damage any relationship you might have with them, complicating diplomacy in the future, assuming it doesn't just become impossible. Any intel you might recover is going to be of virtually no utility because you can't use it yourself (since you can't get more involved in the conflict without attracting attention), and you can't pass it along to Isif because he's going to wonder and be suspicious of how you got it in the first place. Furthermore, Isif is not going to go along with any plan that involves the regular sacrifice of his own people to collect intel that he might be of no real utility to him either: If he has this sniper available, it would be a much better use of that asset to send it all around the region to terrorize Ilthiss' forces. Knowing the Seftuna Sniper could strike anyone at any time, but leaves noncombatants alone, would severely damage recruiting efforts, forcing Ilthiss to use more threats and brutality to keep his forces operating until the people under his control finally have enough and take him out themselves. You don't win wars by killing your enemy; you win wars by removing their capacity for combat, and you don't need to kill them to do that.
PhycoKrusk
Look, I don't know about you, but I personally am not in the habit of addressing somebody by their full name every single time.
Gumcel
“She” nooo I swear if it’s actually maya I’m gonna turn into venlil jonkler :venlil_joker_baybee: “That was nothing compared to my father’s beatings; I can take much more.” Sorry bozo, still don’t empathize. And more English wordplay! I WILL NEVER STOP BRINGING THIS UP! THE ENGLISH TAKOVER OF THE GALAXY IS REAL!!! WAKE UP VENLIL!
CountryClub
That would be crazy dude! I seriously doubt it, its probably just a human who doesnt want to be a cannibal But that would be so wild!
Elliott
Human merc's motivation isn't the problem here. I'm saying Betterment wouldn't allow it, no matter if they were a psychopath or not. The only arxur faction that accepted humans was Isif, it doesn't make sense as to why they'd suddenly change their mind even in desperation as it's pretty clear their emphasis on ideological purity trumps all.
Elliott
The issue doesn't lie in the willingness for the human, but the arxur. Betterment never fully endorsed humans nor did they seem particularly keen on allowing them. Isif was pretty much entirely humanity's advocate. I don't know if this Betterment remnant/loyalist faction has some more progressive views but considering they wanted to start a civil war over killing detectives I doubt they'd even consider letting a human mercenary into their ranks.
DreamEnvoy
Felra getting revenge on Isif for not responding to messages? Jk Honestly kinda hoping for anything aside from human just to subvert expectations.
DemonVee
They are capable of respecting Humans as long as they show themselves to be ruthless, and the sniper is a she... SP is just teasing Maya fans, whether her being here is realistic or not XD
Alekss Žukovskis
that last joke sent tingles up my spine. somethings not right with this lizard.
Alekss Žukovskis
although, if i was a spycraft grand-master. i would see benefit of someone acting as my enemy (and acting well), and quietly picking off, or sending intel of, far more important enemy targets. its a human scheme were talking about.
Dookus Maximus
Just "Super Kami Guru" then? Because neither of our names are only two syllables.
PhycoKrusk
Na. Throws off the cadence; too many syllables. It's gotta be "Super Kami" followed by two more syllables; every other example follows this because it sounds best.
AnAbsoluteVillain
You dont need anything crazy there are soooooo many mercs in every war on Earth. You forget entire mega cities were bombed and the ones who did it keep living. Helping the Auxur win a war to take the fight to the prey? Tens of thousands might go if it was easy. There would be so many livid individuals that would consider the UN traitorous pascifists. They would be trying to get thier own slice of revenge.
Dookus Maximus
Actually I will revise my prediction. Given the evidence, the Sniper must actually be three - no, TEN - Zurulians in a trench coat. Prepare to shower me in honorifics! I also request that we append "Guru" to the title!
PhycoKrusk
I'll take that bet. For the week following the reveal, the loser has to reply to every comment (but not reply) that the winner leaves, and has to address them with the honorific "Super Kami" in front of their name.
PhycoKrusk
Well, the Sniper being neither Arxur nor Human is all but ruled out: The camp guards appear to have met her, and have a deal of respect for her, so can't be prey. Unless they tried something against her at the first meeting and she effortlessly stabbed so many of them in the face that they had no choice _but_ to respect her.
Dookus Maximus
Boy you're all gonna be embarrassed when it turns out to be a Zurulian and I'm the only one who predicted it 😎
PhycoKrusk
Na. Venom Nevok has too much discipline for that.
PhycoKrusk
No, at this point the Sniper has to be a Human or another Arxur. The camp guards specifically said they were waiting for her; that implies that have met her in the past.
PhycoKrusk
Doesn't make sense; ISR would be supporting Isif's government, not opposing it.
Dookus Maximus
There have been enough hints that the Sniper is a human throughout this series so far that I am now expecting a twist and they're a Zurulian instead. Ooh yeah! They're all about compassionate care but the Sniper has gone full angel of mercy and believes that killing is the most efficient way to end suffering.
Lupusam
The biggest problem I think with "predator-diseased prey" as an answer isn't whether Ilthiss is hypocritical enough to hire her, it's that the arxur of that camp have met her and show respect. She's clearly not an arxur, yes, but not human still seems a stretch.
craig spaulding
A LOT of signs point to a human merc, but an especially “predator-diseased” prey species might be possible still. In the interest of having a different answer than everyone else, I’m predicting an especially rogue Dossur.
REDemon14
Hysran is one of the three best Arxur to ever be hatched/born. The others being Siffy and Kaisal. Poor Hossat. If check to make sure he didn't get a disease from that. The Bloodsoak sounds horrible in every way. Sniper has excellent stamina, is female, gets paid, and eating prey (or Hossat at least) is seen as a hard sell. So her being a human merc is almost all but confirmed. I'm not sure they'd be prey species. Considering they are heading to the Betterment camp. Hossat is one tough cookie. I don't want to know what his father did to make him so resilient to his, albeit brief, treatment by the Betterment arxur.
Anthony Mears
just a thought
mildrey
We already saw examples when characters were saying specific words in a specific languages and they weren't translated (Sovlin asked to call onso a slur). Plus, guard understood what Hossat was saying, so betterment soldiers have translators.
Sci-fi reader
She is too old and too high ranking for field work. One of her subordinates or contractors.
kenneth Moore
I have no discipline… I saved up this side story so I would have something to fall back on during SP’s break. I just blew through them all in a single morning.
Lokyar
General Jones confirmed.
Sci-fi reader
Sniper is a human merc. Someone we know. Probably a CIA plant.
DDDragoni
Eurgh... I'm handling the concept of being dunked in a tough of blood much worse than Hossat did
Storewidesel
*“Hrrr. Yes, fair point; I would be amazed if the Sniper ate this creature.* Sounds to me like that sniper is neither human nor arxur. Maybe she's Hossat's mate and she betrayed him so he's after revenge? Just my theory.
un_pogaz
It was a plan like any other. I admit I was a little worried that it might be a bit too much for Hossat, but I more imagined him becoming deadly vindictive and promising a painful death to the guard. And it's good to see Raza finally considere Hossat. Friends, never ; Equals and respect, certainly and that all we ask.
Anthony Mears
Hossat isn't necessarily the only psychopath in this story.
Anthony Mears
I assume the guard doesn't have a translator otherwise they would not be able to convince him that Hossat means pray. the translator would have corrected that. I guess you don't need to be able to talk to prey
Elliott
If it is a human merc, gonna need an extraordinary explanation to why they're here and fighting for Betterment of all groups. I'd think they wouldn't accept humans after all of the events of NOP1, I mean they started a civil war over wanting to be able to cull defectives.
Sroni
I have a feeling the sniper is a human.
BiasMushroom721
Geuss that confirms it. Sniper is probably a Human merc
Jhon Bustamante
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