I'm gonna call bias on that assessment. But fine, I get it.
[You're a whole-ass attitude problem for the people you work for, ain't you, Gideon Nav? On the other hand, it's exactly that kind of attitude problem that Shepard finds most common among her people so... Pot, meet Kettle.]
Alright, alright, alright. Torfan.
Torfan's this shitty little moon out in the verge. It hasn't got an atmosphere and it was mined out years before I even got my commission, so it's abandoned. Problem is, all those airtight tunnels make for a nice place for Batarians to set up shop.
Now in Batarian space, slavery is legal, and at the time they had an embassy on the citadel, when we did not, so picking a fight with the Hedgemony outright was a stupid idea, even if they were systematically dismantling our colonies and kidnapping all our people. [Shepard feels that this is a perfectly justifiable cause for war, personally, and would not have minded seeing a few nuclear blooms over Batarian cities, but that's neither here nor there. She clears her throat, and continues.] So, the Alliance sent in a couple of units to raid the bastards. Scare them off, was the idea— with as little lethality as necessary.
Tunnel-fighting's a bitch, especially when you're blind past ladar-range. It's cramped and dark, and the enemy always has the upper hand. Works best when you bring cover with you, but they kept pulling back, and there wasn't enough time in the world to keep pressing without taking losses. Major Kyle, my CO, caught a bullet in the chest after an hour, had an emergency medical evac, and I took charge.
Brutal fight. Worst of it was, we went through this cavern; they'd had a shipment of people there, in chains and collars, but mostly in cages. Anyone they could easily move out had been taken, but most of them were still there; they'd vented the atmosphere from the room, and killed the lot rather than let us have them. [The drinks arrive, and Shepard takes the moment to drink with gratitude. Yes, that had been the worst of it. Some things you never stop remembering.] I think they were trying to break our morale, which was very Batarian of them, but I decided right then and there that the politicians and the mission parameters could kiss my ass; they had to die.
Funny thing about the real monsters of the world, I've found that they must think we give a damn about the word of law, just because they don't. So when you corner them, they always wanna talk; we surrender, you have to take us hostage. Like I'm just gonna throw them in the brig, let them get ransomed home and walk away from what they did.
So I lost a lot of men, that day, and as a result I've rightly been called a ruthless butcher— but I got the job done, and that's what matters most in my book.
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[You're a whole-ass attitude problem for the people you work for, ain't you, Gideon Nav? On the other hand, it's exactly that kind of attitude problem that Shepard finds most common among her people so... Pot, meet Kettle.]
Alright, alright, alright. Torfan.
Torfan's this shitty little moon out in the verge. It hasn't got an atmosphere and it was mined out years before I even got my commission, so it's abandoned. Problem is, all those airtight tunnels make for a nice place for Batarians to set up shop.
Now in Batarian space, slavery is legal, and at the time they had an embassy on the citadel, when we did not, so picking a fight with the Hedgemony outright was a stupid idea, even if they were systematically dismantling our colonies and kidnapping all our people. [Shepard feels that this is a perfectly justifiable cause for war, personally, and would not have minded seeing a few nuclear blooms over Batarian cities, but that's neither here nor there. She clears her throat, and continues.] So, the Alliance sent in a couple of units to raid the bastards. Scare them off, was the idea— with as little lethality as necessary.
Tunnel-fighting's a bitch, especially when you're blind past ladar-range. It's cramped and dark, and the enemy always has the upper hand. Works best when you bring cover with you, but they kept pulling back, and there wasn't enough time in the world to keep pressing without taking losses. Major Kyle, my CO, caught a bullet in the chest after an hour, had an emergency medical evac, and I took charge.
Brutal fight. Worst of it was, we went through this cavern; they'd had a shipment of people there, in chains and collars, but mostly in cages. Anyone they could easily move out had been taken, but most of them were still there; they'd vented the atmosphere from the room, and killed the lot rather than let us have them. [The drinks arrive, and Shepard takes the moment to drink with gratitude. Yes, that had been the worst of it. Some things you never stop remembering.] I think they were trying to break our morale, which was very Batarian of them, but I decided right then and there that the politicians and the mission parameters could kiss my ass; they had to die.
Funny thing about the real monsters of the world, I've found that they must think we give a damn about the word of law, just because they don't. So when you corner them, they always wanna talk; we surrender, you have to take us hostage. Like I'm just gonna throw them in the brig, let them get ransomed home and walk away from what they did.
So I lost a lot of men, that day, and as a result I've rightly been called a ruthless butcher— but I got the job done, and that's what matters most in my book.