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Messages - Colonel Blood
Fan's voice chirps in on the vox.
Hood touches his comm bead. "Acknowledged." Cutting the comms he turns to the squad. "I stand by what I did, and what I ordered you to do. War is a dirty business. Sometimes we know we've done the right thing, sometimes we might doubt that. But what we always know and cannot doubt is that we fight for the Emperor and humanity. In the end it is He who will judge us.
"The people in the huts had been ordered to leave so whether or not they were enemy combatants we were justified in our approach. That is what my report will say and I expect that if anyone asks you what happened you will give a full and frank account of the engagement. The incendiary charges were not set to destroy evidence but to stop the area being reoccupied.
"Was my approach dictated by what has happened to the squad in recent months? I would say yes. Was it justified? I don't know. Would I do it again to keep this squad alive and in active service, so that we can achieve a greater good? Certainly. Unless there is anything further, consider yourself dismissed."
Once they're out of the field and behind the safety of Firebase Canary's walls Hood waits until everyone is assemlbed back at the barracks and the squad has a little privacy. Wiping a layer of soot from the burned settlement from his sweaty brow, he says: "Okay let's hear it. If anyone has an issue with what went down then they should say it now."
"Come on then Zurk," says Hood. "But keep your weapons primed. Remember as a soldier of The Emperor your first purpose is to kill his enemies." Hold takes on a slightly far away look before snapping back to the medic. "An open mind is like an open wound - prone to infection."
Hood forces down the bile rising in his throat. Keeping his eyes on the village, he replies as calmly and steadfastly as he can: "They wanted the huts tossed. Well they're tossed. We warned them. These people are on Imperial property and I'm just about sick of Vetnans stabbing us in the back every time we try to help them. We're leaving this war zone upright and if I have to shoot a few farmers to do that, well... the Emperor can sort out who was right when I go to meet him."
He clears his throat as a lump of emotion conspires to choke him. "We'll give them a few minutes to clear out then search the place for intel and burn it. Watch for boobytraps."
Take it easy, Padre!
Wha? What happened?