The dark, ominous shadows covered every single location of the planet. Surrounded by a gigantic fleet of Keryllians, no-one was left to be alive. The exploding photon missiles in the combination of laser beams tearing through metal and flesh was the worst thing to possibly hear. The attack had come by a surprise, and the few survivors knew their time was up.
Inside the Psaar 14 outpost, the alarms had stopped. The battle was lost only a few minutes after it had started. There was no hope left.
Admiral Fenrick looked at himself in the mirror with his sad, gray eyes. He knew that it would be the last time he would ever see his own face, his clothes, the room he was in, but most important of all, the friends he had fought for, the friend who had died for him. He knew that he was doomed, and he would be their savior, sent directly to hell for genocide. What kind of man could kill millions of people just to end their own tormenting? Fenrick knew what he had to do, since everyone would still die anyway.

Slowly, he put on his military hat, and grabbed his medals. He was properly dressed up, just like he had always been when he was granted some of the most remarkable rewards ever given. As the highest rank military of the Ganomios Elite Force, he knew he was the one who had to end the suffering. Death would be quick and not so painful, at least that was what he thought. A younger lieutenant entered the atmospheric room Fenrick was inside. He had never seen the Admiral contemplate so deeply before. He had all the rights to think about the future, since there would soon be none for him, or for anyone else.

The young lieutenant coughed once to catch Fenrick's attention. "Excuse me Sir, but the device has been armed. Everyone is waiting for you, Sir". Fenrick did not even look at the lieutenant, he just laughed once. It was not a laughter of joy, it was a cold laughter. "Do you have any idea what I am about to do? How could I possibly be forgiven for doing such a thing as this?"
The lieutenant took off his cap, revealing his short brown hair. "Sir, it has to be done. God will have mercy upon your soul."

Fenrick took a deep breath, and kept looking into the mirror. He had not looked away from it even once for over five minutes. For some reason, he knew he could not let his sad eyes away from it. He took another deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and walked away from the mirror and out of the room quickly, before he could even think about going back. He had spent so much time in the Psaar 14 complex, that he could most likely have walked through the entire facility blindfolded.
His thoughts were interrupted by sounds of even more bombs than ever before. He knew that they were getting closer, and being underground would not save them forever. What would have to be done could not wait for much longer, or it would be for no use. Most people were already dead, and this was their only chance of using their advanced technology for a good purpose.
The word "good" was stuck in Fenrick's mind for a while. What did it really mean? Killing millions of innocent people, how could it be an act of "good" will? They were all doomed for sure, and ending their pain quickly was the right thing to do... or was it really?

The skinny lieutenant patted Fenrick on his shoulder, causing him to forget what he was thinking about completely. "Sir, we'd better get going. I know it can't be easy, it isn't for any of us, but this has to be done". Fenrick bowed down a little, looking into the eyes of the six feet shorter lieutenant's dark-blue eyes. "If anyone has the right to be afraid, it would have to be you. You have not even lived one third of your life yet, and you know you are going to die? That is a horrible thing, and a psychologist would probably tell you that subduing you feelings was not the right thing to do, but right now, you should. Die with your pride, knowing that you died for a purpose of serving humanity, instead of dying in fear."

Fenrick turned his back on the lieutenant and walked away from him quickly. He wished that there would have been another way out, but battling an enemy like this with regular warfare would be an impossibility. The amount of them was overwhelming, and the attackers had already won their battle. What they did not know was that the Psaar outpost, possibly the last outpost of the planet, had a big surprise for them.

The central chamber, covered entirely in armored lithium glass, would be the final destination of the honored Admiral. The pressure doors opened slowly, and the sound of compressed air had to give in to Fenrick's heavy footsteps, as he entered the room. Scientists were spread out across the room, each one of them writing something on their computers. Two of Fenrick's oldest friends, General Tommington and Dr. Eugrean were the only ones in the room, except for the admiral himself, wearing something different than classical white scientist coats. The centre of the room had the device itself in it; a sphere-shaped metallic object supported by four metal bars attached to it on their one end, and the floor on their opposite end. Fenrick approached a computer attached to the sphere with hundreds of wires connected to it, and knew that all he had to do was to push a button. He was simply the one who had to do it due to his supreme military rank. Being in charge had its benefits, but what he had to do right now was so terrible that he could as well have forgotten about all of the good things he had accomplished in his military squadron, in his career, and in his entire life. Who would have the right to do such a thing, as what he was about to do?

He knew that he didn't have to think much about it, people had died before. Dr. Eugrean approached Fenrick slowly, and took a deep breath, as if he was about to sing two psalms from the bible without actually fainting due to an oxygen loss. "We all know this is hard, but I would consider this to be a honor. Myself, I could never kill anyone, but I am sure you will be rewarded for this more than anyone else in the afterlife. Either way, the singularity mechanics will be fully functional in about one minute from now, so why don't we all... pray?"
"If there was a God, we would not have had to do this", General Tommington said surprisingly. "There is nothing worse than actually knowing when you are doomed. I used to have nightmares as a kid about meeting a witch, telling you which year, day, even hour you were destined to die on. This is my worst nightmare that has unfortunately come true".

Fenrick did not answer the question, he simply looked around him, seeing all the shocked and depressed people. The only good thing about all of this was that they might be the only survivors knowing about the atrocity they were about to commit. Killing was a profession for the military, but killing your own men was something completely different. Serving humanity by intentionally killing your own loyal men, who are willing to do anything for you, was not a pleasant thought.
A synthetic sound of a bell rung for a moment, and the time had come. Fenrick walked over to the computer, and saw the blinking switch. He took the time to listen around him for a moment. The bombs had gotten really close, and had begun to cover the sounds of the sniffing, desperate cries for help and prayers he had not really noticed as much before. Delaying his final act would only make things worse.

He put his hand on the switch, closing his eyes. "Kill the dragon while you can", he whispered for himself. Fenrick pulled the switch, and he thought no more.

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