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Kazuki looking at his commander and the almost cold way he spoke of total war was almost tempted to draw his beloved sword. The man is a monster if he truly believes in total war....and if so he is undeserving of death by blade. I will follow him but if this monster ever orders me to slaughter innocents he'll find a new enemy to deal with. How far have the knights fallen if this philosophy of genocide is spoken of with approval. The thought of genocide made this Phoenix wonder why he joined. As a child he grew up on tales of Knighthood and the honor these armor clad warriors conducted themselves with. He had nourished his soul with ideals of chivalry and hopes of living up to that honor. He had pushed himself beyond all limits to achieve the strength and skill that saw him in the Black Armor of the Knight Elite. He had buried a wife and honored her wishes to keep training. All this and more he had done to become the Knight he was today. And even before the first official mission it was turning to ashes in his hands.

A commander who thought genocide noble, fellow knights who alternated between childish bickering and attempts at being the Knights they were. Although he was willing to forgive his fellow knights for they lacked the experience to grant them wisdom and a seriousness befitting their place in history. But his commander had earned his undying hatred for speaking of genocide in a positive turn. As a one of the few Phoenix still left in the universe and so far the only one still serving in the Knights he could not embrace genocide no matter the effectiveness of it as a tactic. No Knight's sword should ever be stained with the blood of innocents simply to deny a despot his base of power. Killing innocents doesn't end wars, it starts them. He thought with a anger so well hidden any observer would think him merely bored.

For despite the coordinated efforts to destroy his race many had survived, enough to be a serious threat to perhaps a planet or a small system. And as they burned the bodies of their honored dead this last great army of the Phoenix marshaled together. All silver armor and silk capes there anger burned fiercer then the flames of the pyres. The world had showed them they were simply unwilling to tolerate the existence of the Phoenix. For the crime of being a superior race in terms of powers and strength they had started a war desiring to bring the chaos of the universe into the peace and order of the Phoenix. And in return even those Phoenix who had argued starting a war was no better then the savagery of the rest of the universe were hunted down like animals. And so this last great army of the Phoenix people united in their hatred of the horror wrought upon their race marched as one. Knowing they would only be served death no matter their actions the Phoenix as a whole took up arms. Old Men who's legs barely held them up clutched swords they used as Young men, Mothers laying their children onto the pyres let hate breed in the darkness of their empty souls, Young Men bore the horrible burden of their Father's sword and armor. And so the Phoenix were poised to swoop down on the universe that thought them dead ready to show them the true price of genocide. One final charge for a proud warrior people then to go to Mithra's embrace and await the sounding of the final horn that would mark the end of the world.

His forefather had been an scout for Phoenix army, a position he held with honor. Till he had been captured and interrogated. At first he had held out against the hot irons, the whips,even when they broke his legs all he did was spit at his captors.But when dealing with the devil one never takes into account the subtly of a demon. They came to know of his family using a spy to capture his wife and newborn son. And where he did not fear for his own well being the woman he loved and the son he cherished saw him give in. And in return they granted this Phoenix Knight wish,a beheading. A criminal's death amongst the Phoenix Kazuki's forefather had intended it to show his shame. The wife was allowed to live out her life in a prison while the son was raised amongst normal humans in ignorance of what the price of his life had been.

And it was this legacy that saw this Black Knight unwilling to stain his blade with the blood of the innocents. All the time that had passed,all the lessons that had been learned, and nothing had changed. The rest of the universe was more then glad to slaughter their neighbors if it meant the easy way out. No one took time to consider the long term applications of such an brutal policy.

For his part the Black Knight wondered if all the effort was worth it. But after a few moments of thought he eased the muscles in his shoulders deciding against proving his faith with the edge of his sword. His commander was once a respected general and these other knights needed a leader with real combat experience. And although as Black Knight potential he had seen much more combat and missions then the others he knew he was no veteran general. And the mission set before them as their first mission as Knights Elite would require all the skill and cunning a warrior developed over a long career. Despite their status as Knight Elite they were in reality little more then green soldiers. Even Kazuki in his black armor was not much better. He was in the end only 21. Sure he could plan a battle just as well as any, could wield a sword better then just about anyone, knew the ins and outs of starships,could speak almost every known language, could fix a broken bone or with the right equipment perform advanced surgery, despite all that he was only 21. And nothing made up for a lifetime of experience of commanding and fighting. And so this knight would let his commander Besides if this mission went well he would not be forced to choose between duty and honor. And this one time general despite his lack of interest in commanding them and his brutal nay monstrous view on war was the only one that could lead them in this mission. None of them despite their puffed up sense of pride at wearing the armor of the Knight Elite was truly capable of the subtly and skill this mission would require. They were little more then children playing at war. They were all shiny ceremonial armor and swords, some like Kazuki had tasted the bitterness of combat but none of them Black knight included was a true leader.


And so in silence the Black Knight followed the group as it left the tower. Making their way to the elevators they went down to the hanger that resided underwater. A feat of engineering and architecture genius back when it was first built the Black Knight had always wondered why the builders had gone through the trouble of designing and creating it. He had always though it a useless frivolity and a tactical weakness if the Academy ever had to defend itself. A covert team could use this place to infiltrate into the academy and deactivate the meager defenses the school had. And then the opposing army outside the school would have a wide open door into the academy.

But in the end Kazuki thought little of it. After all the loss of one academy was hardly going to slow the Knights down and since the slaughter of his race things had been peaceful enough. And the planet was hardly an open target. But still the Black Knight found the way the Military relied on the fleet to protect the strategically important planets a little wishful. There always should be a good plane B, in this case well fortified and supplied ground side positions.

And this school being a training ground for the backbone of the Military should warrant it special attention in the Knight's mind. After all no computer or military grunt could wage war with as much efficiency as the Knights. Their blend of tactics and physical combat combined with diplomacy and medical knowledge saw them as good force multipliers for ant force.

shoving such thoughts aside however Kazuki files aboard the chosen ship,a small light ship obviously not designed with comfort in mind as the interior proved somewhat cramped. I swear to Mithra this tub had better be fast and maneuver like a hawk or I am transferring to a new unit in the Alpha fleet, my room in the academy had a bigger bathroom then this. He thought in a effort to not look at his commander as he spoke. but nonetheless he made sure to pay attention. If he was to be second in command Kazuki thought he should make sure to take in the important details.

The pep speech finished he simply took in the events. The mingling of the knights, the arrival of the late knight who wore the red armor of a combat expert. And more childish bickering intermingled with attempts at Knightly restraint with even more green boys comparing sizes so to speak. Through it all the Black Knight simply sat in passive observation. But that was nothing new, this Knight Elite preferred silence to forced chit-chat. Most thought him anti-social but he simply found nothing to relate to in any. He was a Phoenix who had buried his wife before joining the knights, he was one of the best but even his fellow Black Knights only knew his silence. He didn't so much as avoid daily socializing as make no attempt to seek it out. After all they were Knights not teenagers hanging out at a favorite spot. They were going to combat and while bonds of friendship helped when the blood flowed and men where dying it was not high on his list of things to do. And his position in the chain of command only encouraged him.For in the military fraternization with lower ranks was strictly forbidden. And while the Knights were less formal in that regard Kazuki knew why the military adopted that policy.


Walking the few steps towards the sleeping quarters he ignored the other knights. This wasn't a battlefield and a commanding officer had the deck so he was under no obligations to watch them like a hawk. Besides they all were Knight Elites capable of looking after themselves and needed no officer hanging over their shoulder 24/7.

Instead the Black Knight strode towards a bed that had his trunk at it's foot, the neat black and gold case held his spare clothes as well as the tools needed to look after his weapons. And what was left over of the metal polish he had bought, perhaps enough for 2 more polishings. Grabbing the needed tools out of his trunk he sat on his bed and went about removing his armor, he didn't plan to wear most of it in the upcoming missio as the weight was simply counter productive to his fast and agile style of swordplay. Called the Royal Guard style it was a unique style hard to learn and even harder to master. A two handed style it required one to be able to wield a sword and a pistol or other one handed firearm at the same time. While hard to master it was perhaps the best blend of swordplay and gunplay. Granting a user both a swordsman strength and a marksman's skill it was widely practiced amongst the Black Knights. And as a style that relied on speed and agility the weight of armor simply had to go. Besides the ancient style armor was simply useless on a modern battlefield were it's weight slowed down charges and the damage protection was nowhere near enough to justify it's weight.