Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Mar 10, 2012 3:05:41 GMT -5
Tez Hakur was a man of infinite patience. Patience was vitally important in planning, and was the secret to his success. It must have seemed strange to outsiders that a terrorist wouldn't be a fiery and impulsive person charging off to attacks. To be true, there was a place for those with such fervor. Suicide bombings were their niche, and attacks where sacrifice was part of the agenda. The transients were the fiery ones, and the ones like Tez who lingered on through the decades were exceedingly patient and careful, exacting in their skills.
As such, he wasn't in the least bit bothered by Golda's protestations. Amused might have been the right word, as certainly he found them entertaining. Morality. How quaint. It was as if she didn't understand the two vital truths in the first place. You couldn't make an omelette without cracking a few eggs, and more importantly, cracking the eggs was essential.
No one in the galaxy understood god. Kad Ha'rangir's commands were perfectly clear though, and once long ago the Mandalorians had understood and obeyed. But they'd rebelled, forming such silly concepts as honor. True glory was in wholesale destruction. Leave no eyes open to cry for the widows and the orphans. That was proper Mandalorian fashion. Nowadays they were so soft. They'd never rise to their former glory if they didn't have the stomach for destruction.
This fair-skinned woman was certainly more squeamish than any Mandalorian though, and he had to admit it was entertaining. He let her finish all her words before he moved to correct her.
"You lack a practical mind child. The reason you are paying me to do this is because I know how to kill, and in the fastest and most effective ways possible. Your only concern is that he dies. What do the lives of others matter to you? What does another life matter if you get your way? Two lives? Three? They are nothing but numbers."
The Kel Dor stared at her, though it was hardly something she could tell. His goggles and mask were firm and unyielding, and the only thing revealing he was awake and speaking was the voice emanating from the mask, deep and metallic. Cold. Emotionless.
"It is far more practical to use a bomb to kill him in his building than it is to enter it and risk my life. If others die, it only means the glory is greater. We do this my way, or your enemy goes free unharmed. Those are my terms."
As such, he wasn't in the least bit bothered by Golda's protestations. Amused might have been the right word, as certainly he found them entertaining. Morality. How quaint. It was as if she didn't understand the two vital truths in the first place. You couldn't make an omelette without cracking a few eggs, and more importantly, cracking the eggs was essential.
No one in the galaxy understood god. Kad Ha'rangir's commands were perfectly clear though, and once long ago the Mandalorians had understood and obeyed. But they'd rebelled, forming such silly concepts as honor. True glory was in wholesale destruction. Leave no eyes open to cry for the widows and the orphans. That was proper Mandalorian fashion. Nowadays they were so soft. They'd never rise to their former glory if they didn't have the stomach for destruction.
This fair-skinned woman was certainly more squeamish than any Mandalorian though, and he had to admit it was entertaining. He let her finish all her words before he moved to correct her.
"You lack a practical mind child. The reason you are paying me to do this is because I know how to kill, and in the fastest and most effective ways possible. Your only concern is that he dies. What do the lives of others matter to you? What does another life matter if you get your way? Two lives? Three? They are nothing but numbers."
The Kel Dor stared at her, though it was hardly something she could tell. His goggles and mask were firm and unyielding, and the only thing revealing he was awake and speaking was the voice emanating from the mask, deep and metallic. Cold. Emotionless.
"It is far more practical to use a bomb to kill him in his building than it is to enter it and risk my life. If others die, it only means the glory is greater. We do this my way, or your enemy goes free unharmed. Those are my terms."