User:Sev40/Choice

Ania, a Sangheili youth of only nine years old, has discovered hitch-hikers who escaped inside her escape vehicle, a Seraph Bomber

Ania glared at the two beings, crammed inside the deceptively-large bomb hold. Even quicker than their shocked faces turned, she watched her desperate plans fall apart.

She glared at them, tried to maintain a fearless appearance, but her shocked face ruined that illusion. These weren't the hostiles her combat teacher told her, but another fellow Sangheili and an Unggoy, the latter which was unsurprising. On any other day, she would have helped them, welcomed them with excessive hugging.

This wasn't just another day. She felt a tear fall from her eyes, and cursed herself for such a weak act. The fighter's emergency rations were designed for a week for one pilot. How can three last on those odds? Her body chilled, and she felt blood pulsing in her ears; despite her best efforts, she hated this feeling.

The strangers screamed pleas on her dead ears, with all her processing power funneled towards what to do. As her head ached, she tensed her hold around her weapon. The pistol whispered to her, taunting her, encouraging her to put it to good use. She obliged, trying to reason in logic that she was the only one important here. It laughed and shook as it slowly raised up, pointing her hand at the ugly face of the Unggoy. An overwhelming coldness overtook her as she closed her eyes.

"That is right, now just pull your trigger. Only warriors can take life where the god's give it. Are you not a warrior," the curved gun whispered.

Just as her eyes closed, she took a glance of a tear forming at the monster's eyes. She froze, her head ached and the weapon shouted even more. In what seemed like years, she moved her finger to the trigger...

She fell to her knees, crying intensely in shame and disbelief in what she had to do. In the years that seconds took form of, she regained her ground in reality. She hated what she just experienced.

"It is alright," she forced out of her shaking mouth. If only it really was...