The battle of Dire had been won,one of the great strongholds of the Jyeeta was destroyed,in due time,a prospering human colony would be built.
The celebrations had also started,between the Nyktos mercenaries,Narvidian War drones,the members of the 313th Thulun Lancers,the Cadar Marauders,the Mesan Armor brigades,the Cadar Inis,and the Mecha legions and the occasional Cybernectic Menhads.
Then why did he feel bad?
"Captain,why are you not celebrating,are you all-"
He cut her short,the Cadet was a young one,a naive bridge engineer who was assigned to his Honeycomb,an Infinity class vessel,of the Technocracy.
"No,I'm fine,it just feels bad that a prosperous Xeno world has to be purged,I know that the Templars who run the Technocracy had been VERY open with use of prohibited equipment,with the War Drones,Menhads and Nyktos,but why must we fight,why Xeno,why Jyeeta,it feels wrong,valuing life like this."
The Cadet thought for a moment,was about to spew propaganda,thought twice then walked away,praying to Allah that what he said won't be heard by whatever Thulun fanatic or Templar.
The Captain took one last glance at the hazy alien sky, then,before leaving,picked up a small curved object from the ground,it pulsed gold with an occasional pulse of brillant blue,enticing him with the promise of peace among the stars.