Kill the Dragon

Arc's opportunity.

Chief of Staff Alexander sat down with his coffee. He read the report on Oracle.

“Is frozen sleep possible again? ”

Alexander asked the scientists: Alexander knows that Oracle's illness is deepening. You just have to hold on a little longer. After that, Oracle's life is not important. It's a cruel way of thinking, but it's true. Oracle is an irreplaceable resource. Only until the very end can the odds of mankind be increased.

“It's hard on you right now. There is no guarantee that even if you succeed in cryogenic sleep, you will wake up. If you wake up, you'll die of physical problems. ”

“That's a possibility. ”

Oracle only needs to use his abilities once. This is the final battle. The last war that came with dragons all over the world. If we stop it, humanity will triumph, and if we lose, only despair will remain. The scale is different from the past, so there is no moments behind defeat.

‘Even if Oracle is dead, it is better to walk at all possibilities. ’

Chief of Staff Alexander was insensitive to the lives of others. He hasn't been like this since the beginning. It's just that I've been in command for a long time. It's a far cry from the ethics of life. Dozens of soldiers are dying at once under his command. If you suffer and suffer each day, you cannot act as a commander. The commander needs to be insensitive to the death of his subordinates. You cannot make effective judgments unless you accept sacrifice and death as numbers and numbers.

“Opposite.”

Sergeant Red raises his hand.

“No personal feelings. Sergeant.”

Chief Alexander frowns.

“Even the last of Oracle would treat things like this? ”

Sergeant Red wanted me to send Oracle home for the last time. I was going to apply on behalf of my last vacation However, the atmosphere of the meeting leaned toward the frozen surface.

“Are you even qualified to tell me that? Who dares to be here? ”

Alexander said as if laughing. Sergeant Red's eyes narrow.

‘It's changed, Chief of Staff. No, it's weird that things haven't changed. ’

Alexander's weight is heavy. We have to make tough decisions under all kinds of pressure. Sergeant Red knows that. For the good of humanity, one must do it. They all struggle through self-rationalization.

“Prepare Oracle's Frozen Sleep. ”

Chief of Staff Alexander said Sergeant Red only looks at Alexander. Sergeant Red has no real power. I only attend meetings as an advisor. The main reinforcements were replaced from generation 1 to generation 2. Red is just an old man now.

I left the conference room one by one after the meeting. Red corporal steps forward.

Alexander sits in the conference room where everyone leaves and takes a sip of his glabella. He didn't want to feel bad for Sergeant Red. But he's in a position to sacrifice cattle for his generation. I didn't want to miss the slightest possibility.

“Keep an eye on Sergeant Red. ”

Alexander says a member of the waiting intelligence agency nods.

Sergeant Red sits in the break room and closes his eyes. I thought there was a way to get Oracle back.

‘No, but do I have to do it first? ’

That's why I couldn't strongly oppose Alexander's decision. If Oracle's power is even remotely valuable to war, it might be worth the cold sleep it takes. If Oracle wakes up, he may be able to get information that will change the course of the war. Arc has come too far to claim Oracle's human rights.

Weeing.

Sergeant Red looked at the CCTV mounted in the break room. The camera follows Sergeant Red's movements.

‘You're on surveillance. ’

Sergeant Red pulled the cigar case out of his arms. You cut off the tip of the cigar and set it on fire. The smoke flowed through the vents.

‘I don't deserve it. ’

Sergeant Red has remained consistent in his attitude so far. I always erased my feelings. It was consistent with the military attitude. Efficiency in every action I've been throwing away emotion and ethics for a long time. The young Red that Oracle remembers was nowhere.

‘Frozen sleep succeeds or fails. I won't interfere. ’

Sergeant Red has made his decision. He goes back to his room. An unexpected person was in front of the call. There, the half-life of Oracle waits. Due to the half-life, Oracle's body has lost a lot of harmful psychic energy. She was a much better face.

“Hello, Red. ”

“Is it worth a walk? ”

“A few shots got me sold out. Can we talk? ”

“If it's a story, it's outside. ”

Oracle frowns.

“That's too bad. Are you going to leave the patient outside and talk? ”

Sergeant Red sighs and opens the door. Oracle sits inside before his master. She pulls out the note.

- Pildam.

Sergeant Oracle and Sergeant Red chat with their mouths as they move their hands.

- What's going on?

Sergeant Red wrote briefly.

He's on a frozen surface. Are you crazy? Are you trying to kill me?

Oracle is no fool. I'm more likely to die in this frozen sleep. It is unlikely that you will wake up safely even if you succeed. It's like being killed like this.

- There's a good chance he'll wake up. There could be a cure in a few months.

Sergeant Red felt compelling even when he said it.

- I want to live the last time I want to. Help me, Red.

- I don't have the power to help.

Sergeant Red shakes his head with excitement. Oracle trembles with his fist on his knee.

- You're the only one I can trust here.

- I'm sorry, Kathy.

Oracle breaks the pencil. She goes out in a furious rage without saying a word. Outside the door, she looks sad. Unlike before, I didn't see any anger at all.

‘Red needs to move. ’

Oracle mutters to himself.

Sergeant Red was groomed by inspiration Smith. It is a complex machine, so if it is not regularly serviced, it breaks down quickly. Moreover, Sergeant Red often moves violently. A prosthetic leg, not a finger, but with state-of-the-art technology. A prosthetic limb that can digest combat mobility is not practical. It is beneficial for the overall combat strength to strengthen other soldiers' weapons with such combat legs. Sergeant Red's prosthetic limb is a kind of perk for a Cyclist soldier.

Tickle, tickle.

Inspired Smith tears his prosthetic limb apart and looks around. He carefully wipes away the dirt and grease. A technician's touch is required to manually disassemble and clean the complex driving unit.

“It's pretty clean this time. ”

As old Smith speaks, Red, who was smoking cigars, shrugs.

“You haven't been in the field lately. ”

“Ha! That rich redhead's an old man, too. ”

“Like inspiration? Isn't it hard for young engineers to make it up these days? ”

“Huh, that's funny. They're not there yet. I still use all my psychoframe skeletons. Those who can't build a skeleton on their own, they know what it means to be good at applications. ”

Inspired by Smith, he said. The second generation of psychoframes that are currently being manufactured went through Smith's hands. Even though Smith's inspiration is old, no one can keep up with his man-made skeleton skills.

Queek, queek.

Sergeant Red is equipped with a repaired prosthetic limb. I stood up and took a few steps. The prosthetic limb reacted under moderate pressure.

“Excellent work. Inspiration.”

Red said with a smile. Inspired Smith to spend a long time with him. Smith created Red's psychoframe. They had a long partnership. We're back together now.

“Red.”

Inspired by Smith, Nazik said. He also knows Oracle's relationship with Red. If it weren't for unfortunate events, they would have maintained a good relationship.

“You don't say that out loud. What are you trying to say? ”

Red said, biting the cigar.

“Are you okay with this? You'll regret this for the rest of your life. ”

“I've had a lot of regrets my whole life. What?”

Sergeant Red grins. Inspiration Smith whispers as he passes by.

“I've got it fixed up in Hangar 4. We're on the verge of disposal, but it's still good. Because I saw your hand. ”

Inspired Smith walks behind you. Sergeant Red mutters as he looks at him.

“Useless thing.... ”

The end of the war, the final battle. Humanity thought the Seven Dragons were the last. Sergeant Red, a young man, waits with his colleagues. Oracle has already foreseen the location of the Dimensional Gate. The troops surround the anticipated point of the Dimensional Gate. The last battle was inspiring.

‘Last.’

Sergeant Red pressed the helmet on the psychoframe. His dark lips were heavy. He was already a war hero. The treatment around him was meaningless as the middle class, and nothing special or class meant anything to him. It was perfect in all aspects of psychoframe handling, willingness and combat sense. It was like he was born to fight as a psychic soldier.

"Oracle. Catherine, Kathy. ’

Sergeant Red was thinking of retiring after the war. I plan to buy a quiet farm in the south for the rest of my life. I couldn't for the rest of my life... but at least for the rest of Oracle's life, I wanted to be with ordinary people.

Oracle deserves to live happily ever after. The people she saved are hard to count. Determining the point of occurrence of the Dimensional Gate, and predicting the event itself, are information that will dominate the victory or loss of the war. Only passive combat has enabled mankind to take aggressive action.

“Hey, Red. Take good care of her.”

“Let's go, guys. ”

One by one, his colleagues lowered their helmets. They chatter loudly.

Goooooooo!

The color of the sky changed. A hurricane strikes. The Psychic current rises and the Dimensional Gate reveals itself. The earth splits open like an earthquake, and monsters spill out.

Sergeant Red fought faithfully. It had already been repeated several times. I killed the dragon that appeared along with the other reinforcements. As soon as the dragon, the core of the army, died, victory cried out everywhere. The remaining reinforcements slaughter the minions as soon as they arrive.

Red Lieutenants finish off in pursuit of the fleeing minions. One by one, the blood-soaked psychoframes return to the hangar. Immediately after taking off his helmet, he lets out a sigh and sweats like he went in and out of a sauna.

“It's over.”

“We won! ”

“Damn you! ”

Sergeant Red smiles at his happy colleagues. He released the psychoframe and went to Oracle. I wanted to share my joy. Life in the prime is okay. She liked it. Live the rest of her life more faithfully and without waste. - I thought so.