Lt JG Tito: Path of the Prophets - Confrontation.
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Dec 10, 2022, 4:16:10 PM12/10/22
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((Runabout Shimazu))
Tito was sitting straight in his seat, as far away from others as it was possible in the confined space of the Runabout. Doctor Zumagi had taken care of his wounds, although he was still hurt and bruised that wasn’t what bothered him.
Lowering his head, he raised his hands. Still dirty from the fight Tito was bothered how still they were. He extended his fingers and set them in front of him.
Straight, motionless. Not a single sign of how he was inside.
His heart was jumping behind his chest. His mind racing at warp 10.
Still his hands were straight. Even his breathing was regular.
Tito almost looked at the others. But he instead dropped his hands and leaned back.
How did they come to this?
((Flashback, some time prior))
Lukin had found them. Geleth and Ferri. Their captives were holding them in a sort of docking platform in the lake, rather close to the house they found.
From there Tito, Zumagi and Lukin moved in stealthily, closing the distance.
It wasn’t a large group. All Bajoran. Ferri and Geleth appeared they were drugged, not putting up any resistance and he wasn’t sure what this was all about.
When they were close enough, with weapons raised they challenged the abductors.
It was then that all Hell broke loose. They appeared to be commanded by a Bajoran wearing a tunic. He had dark hair and was holding Geleth. It took them seconds before they began to fire, stunning most of the group. A Bajoran woman attacked Tito, managing to grab his phaser rifle. In a quick succession of moves he dispatched her, although not without dropping the rifle in the lake. He turned this facing a Bajoran man, almost as tall as him.
Tito leaned forward and threw a left punch. The Bajoran managed to block it, but couldn’t stop the right hook Tito threw, taking a step back. Now closer, Tito tackled him around his waist and pinned him on the dock floor, finishing his move with a pair of punches and a kneel into the man’s ribs.
As the fighting was going around him he saw the one that looked like the Leader. He had Geleth with him, and going to the deeper part of the dock he threw her in the water.
With feline speed and reflexes Tito moved as fast as he could. He aimed to tackle the Leader, who was just standing there, as if he was waiting for him. If Tito wasn’t so focused he could have noticed the Leader was smiling.
When he was just close to grab him, with a gracious move, the Leader twisted and avoided his tackle as he kicked Tito’s ribs. Considering his speed, and the strength of the kick, Tito fell sideways. Again ignoring pain he turned and stood, being quite a few centimeters taller than the Leader.
They stared at each other. Not speaking, not taunting. Just a deadly shadow in their eyes.
He had thrown Geleth in the water. Taken her and Ferri hostage. This guy was a threat.
Tito wasn’t going to allow it to continue. Even if he was curious about the reasons.
But now was not the time to satisfy curiosity.
Now was the time to fight against the threat the Leader posed.
Moving slowly closer Tito weighed on his next move. The Leader took a side step, with a gracious move, like a dancer. His hands were slightly raised above his waist. His posture, confident, like a martial arts specialist.
Tito narrowed his eyes. He likely underestimated the Leader at first. Now he certainly wasn’t going to do it.
The peer had limited space, either could easily fall into the water. A fight in the water was something else. Under normal circumstances Tito, who outweighed and out-heighted the Leader would have the upper hand.
But he knew that wasn’t always the case. So he went for the simplest and more drastic maneuver. Lowering himself Tito tried another tackle, hoping he could grab hold of him and dive into the water.
The Leader easily evaded him, but Tito guessed his move and twisted, extending his leg trying to cut the Leader’s balance by swiping one of his legs. With the agility of a cat the Leader jumped back, avoiding Tito’s leg.
Again they found themselves staring at each other.
Tito raised his hands in a boxing posture and this time went for a punch. Easily blocked by the Leader, who countered with a kick to Tito’s ribs. The impact and pain weren’t enough to stop him and with a jab and hook Tito again tried his best to hit.
Unsuccessfully, as his blows were blocked and this time he was struck with a punch on the left side of his face. But that was what Tito wanted. The distance between them was shorter, and after another blow, this time strong enough to make him bleed from the nose, Tito grabbed the Leader by his robes with his right hand.
The Leader realized that and tried to hit Tito again as strongly as he could. Another blow to his left ribs made Tito twitch in pain, but with his left he landed a powerful punch on the Leader’s face. He felt him losing balance and grabbing the Leader by his robes Tito raised him a few centimeters above the peer. Trying to push Tito away the Leader desperately tried to punch, scratch or use by any means his hands against him. But as Tito kept him tightening his grip, squeezing his clothes he was hampered in most of his moves, like the Leader did to Geleth Tito would throw him in the water.
Or drown him. Probably drown him.
The Leader wasn’t resisting much, and Tito, more by instinct than any rational move, dropped him, lowering his hand, as the Leader tried to stab him. Trying to grab the knife with his left hand, he cut himself before resting it into the Leader’s hand.
Where did he get the knife? And what knife was it?
Tito couldn’t care about that at the moment, trying to not get it into the sharp edge of it.
But the Leader was fast, and changing hands he tried again, this time making a cut on Tito’s right arm.
Tito: If you don’t stop I am going to kill you.
Aaron: You can't kill me, I have the favor of the Prophets.
Tito felt the blood run from the cut on his left hand. Now with a weapon the Leader made his move and rushed to Tito. This time Tito coordinated the move well, and sidestepped, grabbing the Leader’s hand, twisting the knife away from his body.
To his surprise the Leader didn’t resist, instead rushing into him.
With the unexpected move Tito lost balance and fell down. Changing hands again the Leader got the knife and made a stab movement downward. The next second Tito reached for his hand, twisting it just enough for the knife to turn.
Unable to stop the momentum the Leader stabbed himself.
His eyes widened in surprise as Tito eased his grip. Then there was a certain… Sadness? Or was it disappointment?
Tito turned him and saw the knife now resting in his chest, curiously enough without much blood from the wound. In a quick movement he grabbed the handle and pulled her out.
The Leader gasped and now blood was flowing from the wound.
Tito straightened himself, standing up. He looked at the knife, a kind of ceremonial dagger, then at the dying leader. With a swift move he dropped the knife in the water.
Looking down, he kicked the Leader as if he was a potato sack.
The only sound he heard was the huge splash of his body falling in the water.
((End Flashback))
Tito didn’t have an answer to his question.
It wasn’t his first kill. Maybe it wasn’t his last.
But right now it was the hardest.
End Scene
Lt. J. G. Vitor R.S.Tito
Intelligence Officer
Starbase 118
O238907VS0
((Runabout Shimazu))
Tito was sitting straight in his seat, as far away from others as it was possible in the confined space of the Runabout. Doctor Zumagi had taken care of his wounds, although he was still hurt and bruised, that wasn’t what bothered him.
Lowering his head, he looked at hands. They were still dirty from the fight, but more than that, Tito was bothered at how still they were. He flexed his fingers, expecting them to tremble, but they remained straight and motionless.
Not a single sign represented how he felt inside, and how his heart threatened to burst through his ribcage. Tito’s mind was racing at warp ten.
Still his hands were straight. Even his breathing was regular.
Tito almost turned to look at the others. But he instead dropped his hands and leaned back.
How did they come to this?
((Flashback, some time prior))
Lukin had found Geleth and Ferri. Their captives were holding them in a sort of docking platform in the lake, and it seemed that they had drugged the two girls. Geleth was unconscious, and Ferri didn’t put up much of a fight.
From their position, Tito, Zumagi and Lukin moved in stealthily, closing the distance. The group around the pier wasn’t a large group, but all of its members seemed Bajoran and were dressed in white linen clothes.
When Tito and the others were close enough, they raised their phase rifles and challenged the abductors.
It was then that all Hell broke loose.
The Bajorans appeared to be commanded by a dark-haired man in his late thirties, who was holding Geleth in his arms. He barked a command Tito didn’t understand, and as soon as the group showed any hostility, Lukin ordered them to fire.
A Bajoran woman attacked Tito, managing to grab his phaser rifle. In a quick succession of moves he dispatched her, although not without dropping the rifle in the lake. He turned this facing a Bajoran man, almost as tall as him.
Tito leaned forward and threw a left punch. The Bajoran managed to block it, but couldn’t stop the right hook Tito threw, taking a step back. Now closer, Tito tackled him around his waist and pinned him on the dock floor, finishing his move with a pair of punches and a knee into the man’s ribs.
Fighting ensued around him, and Tito spotted the Leader throwing the unconscious girl into the water of the lake, and Ferri dove after her.
With feline speed and reflexes Tito moved as fast as he could. He aimed to tackle the Leader, who was just standing there, as if he was waiting for him. If Tito wasn’t so focussed on getting to Geleth, he could have noticed the Bajoran was smiling.
When Tito was just close to grab him, with a gracious move, the Leader twisted and avoided his tackle as he kicked Tito’s ribs. Considering his speed, and the strength of the kick, Tito fell sideways. Again ignoring pain he turned and stood, being quite a few centimeters taller than the Leader.
They stared at each other. Not speaking, not taunting. Just a deadly shadow in their eyes.
He had thrown Geleth in the water. Taken her and Ferri hostage. This guy was a threat.
Tito wasn’t going to allow it to continue. Even if he was curious about the reasons.
But now was not the time to satisfy curiosity.
Now was the time to fight against the threat the Leader posed.
Moving slowly closer Tito weighed on his next move. The other man took another side step, with a gracious move, like a dancer. His hands were slightly raised above his waist. His posture, confident, like a martial arts specialist.
Tito narrowed his eyes. In the heat of the moment, he had likely underestimated the Leader at first. Now he certainly wasn’t going to do it again.
The pier had limited space, either of them could easily fall into the water. A fight in the water was something else. Under normal circumstances Tito, who outweighed and out-heighted the Leader would have the upper hand.
But he knew that wasn’t always the case. So he went for the simplest and more drastic maneuver. Lowering himself Tito tried another tackle, hoping he could grab hold of him and dive into the water.
The Leader easily evaded him, but Tito guessed his move and twisted, extending his leg trying to cut the Leader’s balance by swiping one of his legs. With the agility of a cat the Leader jumped back, avoiding Tito’s leg.
Again they found themselves staring at each other.
Tito raised his hands in a boxing posture and this time went for a punch. Easily blocked by the Leader, who countered with a kick to Tito’s ribs. The impact and pain weren’t enough to stop him and with a jab and hook Tito again tried his best to hit.
Unsuccessfully, as his blows were blocked and this time he was struck with a punch on the left side of his face. But that was what Tito wanted. The distance between them was shorter, and after another blow, this time strong enough to make him bleed from the nose, Tito grabbed the Leader by his robes with his right hand.
The Leader realized that and tried to hit Tito again as strongly as he could. Another blow to his left ribs made Tito twitch in pain, but with his left he landed a powerful punch on the Leader’s face. He felt him losing balance and grabbing the Leader by his robes Tito raised him a few centimeters above the peer. Trying to push Tito away the Leader desperately tried to punch, scratch or use by any means his hands against him. But as Tito kept him tightening his grip, squeezing his clothes he was hampered in most of his moves, like the Leader did to Geleth Tito would throw him in the water.
Or drown him. Probably drown him.
The Bajoran wasn’t resisting much, and Tito, more by instinct than any rational move, dropped him, lowering his hand, as the Leader tried to stab him. Trying to grab the knife with his left hand, he cut himself before resting it into the Leader’s hand.
Where did he get the knife? And what knife was it?
Tito couldn’t care about that at the moment, trying to not get it into the sharp edge of it.
But his opponent was fast, and changing hands he tried again, this time making a cut on Tito’s right arm.
Tito: If you don’t stop I am going to kill you.
Aaron: You can't kill me, I have the favor of the Prophets.
Tito felt the blood run from the cut on his left hand. Now with a weapon the Leader made his move and rushed towards him. This time Tito coordinated the move well, and sidestepped, grabbing the Leader’s hand, twisting the knife away from his body.
To his surprise the Leader didn’t resist, instead rushing into him.
With the unexpected move Tito lost balance and fell down. Changing hands again the Leader got the knife and made a stabbing movement downward. The next second Tito reached for his hand, twisting it just enough for the knife to turn.
Unable to stop the momentum the Leader stabbed himself.
His eyes widened in surprise as Tito eased his grip. Then there was a certain… Sadness? Or was it disappointment?
Tito turned him and saw the knife now resting in his chest, curiously enough without much blood from the wound. In a quick movement he grabbed the handle and pulled her out.
The Leader gasped and now blood was flowing from the wound.
Tito straightened himself, standing up. He looked at the knife, a kind of ceremonial dagger, then at the dying leader. With a swift move he dropped the knife in the water.
Looking down, he kicked the Leader as if he was a potato sack.
The only sound he heard was the huge splash of his body falling in the water.
((End Flashback))
Tito didn’t have an answer to his question.
It wasn’t his first kill. Maybe it wasn’t his last.
But right now it was the hardest.
End Scene
Lt. J. G. Vitor R.S.Tito
Intelligence Officer
Starbase 118
O238907VS0
Tito was sitting straight in his seat, as far away from others as it was possible in the confined space of the Runabout. Doctor Zumagi had taken care of his wounds, although he was still hurt and bruised that wasn’t what bothered him.
Lowering his head, he raised his hands. Still dirty from the fight Tito was bothered how still they were. He extended his fingers and set them in front of him.
Straight, motionless. Not a single sign of how he was inside.
His heart was jumping behind his chest. His mind racing at warp 10.
Still his hands were straight. Even his breathing was regular.
Tito almost looked at the others. But he instead dropped his hands and leaned back.
How did they come to this?
((Flashback, some time prior))
Lukin had found them. Geleth and Ferri. Their captives were holding them in a sort of docking platform in the lake, rather close to the house they found.
From there Tito, Zumagi and Lukin moved in stealthily, closing the distance.
It wasn’t a large group. All Bajoran. Ferri and Geleth appeared they were drugged, not putting up any resistance and he wasn’t sure what this was all about.
When they were close enough, with weapons raised they challenged the abductors.
It was then that all Hell broke loose. They appeared to be commanded by a Bajoran wearing a tunic. He had dark hair and was holding Geleth. It took them seconds before they began to fire, stunning most of the group. A Bajoran woman attacked Tito, managing to grab his phaser rifle. In a quick succession of moves he dispatched her, although not without dropping the rifle in the lake. He turned this facing a Bajoran man, almost as tall as him.
Tito leaned forward and threw a left punch. The Bajoran managed to block it, but couldn’t stop the right hook Tito threw, taking a step back. Now closer, Tito tackled him around his waist and pinned him on the dock floor, finishing his move with a pair of punches and a kneel into the man’s ribs.
As the fighting was going around him he saw the one that looked like the Leader. He had Geleth with him, and going to the deeper part of the dock he threw her in the water.
With feline speed and reflexes Tito moved as fast as he could. He aimed to tackle the Leader, who was just standing there, as if he was waiting for him. If Tito wasn’t so focused he could have noticed the Leader was smiling.
When he was just close to grab him, with a gracious move, the Leader twisted and avoided his tackle as he kicked Tito’s ribs. Considering his speed, and the strength of the kick, Tito fell sideways. Again ignoring pain he turned and stood, being quite a few centimeters taller than the Leader.
They stared at each other. Not speaking, not taunting. Just a deadly shadow in their eyes.
He had thrown Geleth in the water. Taken her and Ferri hostage. This guy was a threat.
Tito wasn’t going to allow it to continue. Even if he was curious about the reasons.
But now was not the time to satisfy curiosity.
Now was the time to fight against the threat the Leader posed.
Moving slowly closer Tito weighed on his next move. The Leader took a side step, with a gracious move, like a dancer. His hands were slightly raised above his waist. His posture, confident, like a martial arts specialist.
Tito narrowed his eyes. He likely underestimated the Leader at first. Now he certainly wasn’t going to do it.
The peer had limited space, either could easily fall into the water. A fight in the water was something else. Under normal circumstances Tito, who outweighed and out-heighted the Leader would have the upper hand.
But he knew that wasn’t always the case. So he went for the simplest and more drastic maneuver. Lowering himself Tito tried another tackle, hoping he could grab hold of him and dive into the water.
The Leader easily evaded him, but Tito guessed his move and twisted, extending his leg trying to cut the Leader’s balance by swiping one of his legs. With the agility of a cat the Leader jumped back, avoiding Tito’s leg.
Again they found themselves staring at each other.
Tito raised his hands in a boxing posture and this time went for a punch. Easily blocked by the Leader, who countered with a kick to Tito’s ribs. The impact and pain weren’t enough to stop him and with a jab and hook Tito again tried his best to hit.
Unsuccessfully, as his blows were blocked and this time he was struck with a punch on the left side of his face. But that was what Tito wanted. The distance between them was shorter, and after another blow, this time strong enough to make him bleed from the nose, Tito grabbed the Leader by his robes with his right hand.
The Leader realized that and tried to hit Tito again as strongly as he could. Another blow to his left ribs made Tito twitch in pain, but with his left he landed a powerful punch on the Leader’s face. He felt him losing balance and grabbing the Leader by his robes Tito raised him a few centimeters above the peer. Trying to push Tito away the Leader desperately tried to punch, scratch or use by any means his hands against him. But as Tito kept him tightening his grip, squeezing his clothes he was hampered in most of his moves, like the Leader did to Geleth Tito would throw him in the water.
Or drown him. Probably drown him.
The Leader wasn’t resisting much, and Tito, more by instinct than any rational move, dropped him, lowering his hand, as the Leader tried to stab him. Trying to grab the knife with his left hand, he cut himself before resting it into the Leader’s hand.
Where did he get the knife? And what knife was it?
Tito couldn’t care about that at the moment, trying to not get it into the sharp edge of it.
But the Leader was fast, and changing hands he tried again, this time making a cut on Tito’s right arm.
Tito: If you don’t stop I am going to kill you.
Aaron: You can't kill me, I have the favor of the Prophets.
Tito felt the blood run from the cut on his left hand. Now with a weapon the Leader made his move and rushed to Tito. This time Tito coordinated the move well, and sidestepped, grabbing the Leader’s hand, twisting the knife away from his body.
To his surprise the Leader didn’t resist, instead rushing into him.
With the unexpected move Tito lost balance and fell down. Changing hands again the Leader got the knife and made a stab movement downward. The next second Tito reached for his hand, twisting it just enough for the knife to turn.
Unable to stop the momentum the Leader stabbed himself.
His eyes widened in surprise as Tito eased his grip. Then there was a certain… Sadness? Or was it disappointment?
Tito turned him and saw the knife now resting in his chest, curiously enough without much blood from the wound. In a quick movement he grabbed the handle and pulled her out.
The Leader gasped and now blood was flowing from the wound.
Tito straightened himself, standing up. He looked at the knife, a kind of ceremonial dagger, then at the dying leader. With a swift move he dropped the knife in the water.
Looking down, he kicked the Leader as if he was a potato sack.
The only sound he heard was the huge splash of his body falling in the water.
((End Flashback))
Tito didn’t have an answer to his question.
It wasn’t his first kill. Maybe it wasn’t his last.
But right now it was the hardest.
End Scene
Lt. J. G. Vitor R.S.Tito
Intelligence Officer
Starbase 118
O238907VS0
((Runabout Shimazu))
Tito was sitting straight in his seat, as far away from others as it was possible in the confined space of the Runabout. Doctor Zumagi had taken care of his wounds, although he was still hurt and bruised, that wasn’t what bothered him.
Lowering his head, he looked at hands. They were still dirty from the fight, but more than that, Tito was bothered at how still they were. He flexed his fingers, expecting them to tremble, but they remained straight and motionless.
Not a single sign represented how he felt inside, and how his heart threatened to burst through his ribcage. Tito’s mind was racing at warp ten.
Still his hands were straight. Even his breathing was regular.
Tito almost turned to look at the others. But he instead dropped his hands and leaned back.
How did they come to this?
((Flashback, some time prior))
Lukin had found Geleth and Ferri. Their captives were holding them in a sort of docking platform in the lake, and it seemed that they had drugged the two girls. Geleth was unconscious, and Ferri didn’t put up much of a fight.
From their position, Tito, Zumagi and Lukin moved in stealthily, closing the distance. The group around the pier wasn’t a large group, but all of its members seemed Bajoran and were dressed in white linen clothes.
When Tito and the others were close enough, they raised their phase rifles and challenged the abductors.
It was then that all Hell broke loose.
The Bajorans appeared to be commanded by a dark-haired man in his late thirties, who was holding Geleth in his arms. He barked a command Tito didn’t understand, and as soon as the group showed any hostility, Lukin ordered them to fire.
A Bajoran woman attacked Tito, managing to grab his phaser rifle. In a quick succession of moves he dispatched her, although not without dropping the rifle in the lake. He turned this facing a Bajoran man, almost as tall as him.
Tito leaned forward and threw a left punch. The Bajoran managed to block it, but couldn’t stop the right hook Tito threw, taking a step back. Now closer, Tito tackled him around his waist and pinned him on the dock floor, finishing his move with a pair of punches and a knee into the man’s ribs.
Fighting ensued around him, and Tito spotted the Leader throwing the unconscious girl into the water of the lake, and Ferri dove after her.
With feline speed and reflexes Tito moved as fast as he could. He aimed to tackle the Leader, who was just standing there, as if he was waiting for him. If Tito wasn’t so focussed on getting to Geleth, he could have noticed the Bajoran was smiling.
When Tito was just close to grab him, with a gracious move, the Leader twisted and avoided his tackle as he kicked Tito’s ribs. Considering his speed, and the strength of the kick, Tito fell sideways. Again ignoring pain he turned and stood, being quite a few centimeters taller than the Leader.
They stared at each other. Not speaking, not taunting. Just a deadly shadow in their eyes.
He had thrown Geleth in the water. Taken her and Ferri hostage. This guy was a threat.
Tito wasn’t going to allow it to continue. Even if he was curious about the reasons.
But now was not the time to satisfy curiosity.
Now was the time to fight against the threat the Leader posed.
Moving slowly closer Tito weighed on his next move. The other man took another side step, with a gracious move, like a dancer. His hands were slightly raised above his waist. His posture, confident, like a martial arts specialist.
Tito narrowed his eyes. In the heat of the moment, he had likely underestimated the Leader at first. Now he certainly wasn’t going to do it again.
The pier had limited space, either of them could easily fall into the water. A fight in the water was something else. Under normal circumstances Tito, who outweighed and out-heighted the Leader would have the upper hand.
But he knew that wasn’t always the case. So he went for the simplest and more drastic maneuver. Lowering himself Tito tried another tackle, hoping he could grab hold of him and dive into the water.
The Leader easily evaded him, but Tito guessed his move and twisted, extending his leg trying to cut the Leader’s balance by swiping one of his legs. With the agility of a cat the Leader jumped back, avoiding Tito’s leg.
Again they found themselves staring at each other.
Tito raised his hands in a boxing posture and this time went for a punch. Easily blocked by the Leader, who countered with a kick to Tito’s ribs. The impact and pain weren’t enough to stop him and with a jab and hook Tito again tried his best to hit.
Unsuccessfully, as his blows were blocked and this time he was struck with a punch on the left side of his face. But that was what Tito wanted. The distance between them was shorter, and after another blow, this time strong enough to make him bleed from the nose, Tito grabbed the Leader by his robes with his right hand.
The Leader realized that and tried to hit Tito again as strongly as he could. Another blow to his left ribs made Tito twitch in pain, but with his left he landed a powerful punch on the Leader’s face. He felt him losing balance and grabbing the Leader by his robes Tito raised him a few centimeters above the peer. Trying to push Tito away the Leader desperately tried to punch, scratch or use by any means his hands against him. But as Tito kept him tightening his grip, squeezing his clothes he was hampered in most of his moves, like the Leader did to Geleth Tito would throw him in the water.
Or drown him. Probably drown him.
The Bajoran wasn’t resisting much, and Tito, more by instinct than any rational move, dropped him, lowering his hand, as the Leader tried to stab him. Trying to grab the knife with his left hand, he cut himself before resting it into the Leader’s hand.
Where did he get the knife? And what knife was it?
Tito couldn’t care about that at the moment, trying to not get it into the sharp edge of it.
But his opponent was fast, and changing hands he tried again, this time making a cut on Tito’s right arm.
Tito: If you don’t stop I am going to kill you.
Aaron: You can't kill me, I have the favor of the Prophets.
Tito felt the blood run from the cut on his left hand. Now with a weapon the Leader made his move and rushed towards him. This time Tito coordinated the move well, and sidestepped, grabbing the Leader’s hand, twisting the knife away from his body.
To his surprise the Leader didn’t resist, instead rushing into him.
With the unexpected move Tito lost balance and fell down. Changing hands again the Leader got the knife and made a stabbing movement downward. The next second Tito reached for his hand, twisting it just enough for the knife to turn.
Unable to stop the momentum the Leader stabbed himself.
His eyes widened in surprise as Tito eased his grip. Then there was a certain… Sadness? Or was it disappointment?
Tito turned him and saw the knife now resting in his chest, curiously enough without much blood from the wound. In a quick movement he grabbed the handle and pulled her out.
The Leader gasped and now blood was flowing from the wound.
Tito straightened himself, standing up. He looked at the knife, a kind of ceremonial dagger, then at the dying leader. With a swift move he dropped the knife in the water.
Looking down, he kicked the Leader as if he was a potato sack.
The only sound he heard was the huge splash of his body falling in the water.
((End Flashback))
Tito didn’t have an answer to his question.
It wasn’t his first kill. Maybe it wasn’t his last.
But right now it was the hardest.
End Scene
Lt. J. G. Vitor R.S.Tito
Intelligence Officer
Starbase 118
O238907VS0
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