"The Japanese are a disease of the skin, but the communists are a disease of
the heart" - Chiang Kai Shek
[Aylhr]
Jaroks expression barely showed the true depth of his hate and outrage.
Since witnessing the state of the survivors during the ambush of the fleet
of transport ships in the belian system he had been unusually subdued. He
could see that even in victory the 'republic' fell well short of standards
of the old empire. His reviews of of the war merely fuelled his
anti-republic feelings. There were no excuses for the halts in the rihannsu
advance. No excuse for the huge losses exacted upon a numerically inferior
foe.
The failure to conquer Zakdorn. The failure to take Yadallah, which he
witnessed personally. Even in victory rihannsu dathe had been 'spoiled'.
Those who would choose to rebel against their betters had even had the
arrogance to transmit their message of defiance publicly. Jarok knew that
with the destruction of the rihannsu transport ships, this 'wild hunt' would
end with the death of all that these pathetic dissidents held dear. Their
families, planets, homes and friends would all have to be destroyed. The
only thing these 'rebels' understood was terror. What they didnt understand
was the scale of terror that would be unleashed.
His activity over the past few days while in orbit of belian II was uknown
by most the crew. To any casual onlooker it would have seemed little more
than a few navigational checks, orbit realignments and emmiter overlaps. But
it was much more complex than that. Wether they would use his 'adjustments'
was irrelevant. The ssouhia would feel the wrath of the ship and its crew
soon enough.
Jarok grit his teeth angrily, his position at the gonai masked the view of
his face, but anyone nearby would surely feel the sheer hatred. He was going
to make the ssouhia pay for their insolence, their disobediance, their
stupidity.
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