And Harlock can feel a dossier fill his mind. Now you know his height, weight, medical history, his operations and associates, and the list of his crimes. The way he would gather up Ostanian orphans with the promises of family, of being wanted, and then sell them off into the black market. Some were starved and neglected, smuggled to other countries as slaves, some taken off for experimenting, most never heard from again. In exchange for guns he would sell to Ostanian extremists who used the excuse of war to plunder their localities, then get medals from an inattentive government.
This is not explicitly spelled out but the fact that the young Yor Briar was asked to do this as her first assignment says something. The dossier listed his years of operation, showing that for a long time Martin Malchek was untouchable, heavily guarded from those he might deem a threat. But what man who abuses children like pawns, preying on them specifically for their weakness, would ever suspect one being trained to murder him?
"And you use Children to do your dirty work." He growls in the gardner's direction as he kneels in front of the man. He could understand in a sick way, why a child would be the perfect method of assassinating someone like Malchek, as he tries to control the bile that threatened to rise as he took the knife back in hand, his eye narrowing darkly.
The Shopkeeper doesn't argue, only waits with the grim patience of an executioner as Harlock takes the knife and
This is different from animals. There is an ugliness to the blow that’s beyond two creatures fighting for survival, and that grotesque display has splattered against the nice new dress your employer gave you. You are trying to be merciful, but this time your hand trembles, just a bit, as you go to stab him. The way he stares at you is unfamiliar, predatory but not the kind you’ve seen before in a wolf or bear. Then you put the blade into his neck and his gaze goes blank.
As he dies you recite the dossier they gave you on Martin Malcheck. You know his height, weight, medical history, his operations and associates, and the list of his crimes. The way he would gather up Ostanian orphans with the promises of family, of being wanted, and then sell them off into the black market. Some were starved and neglected, smuggled to other countries as slaves, some taken off for experimenting, most never heard from again. You do not celebrate his death. But you also do not regret his passing.
You wipe the blood from your face with a handkerchief and look back towards the open door. There will be two traffickers at each entrance that you will have to take out before the job is done. On the second floor there are a dozen children being held in rooms for transport, but you’ve been instructed to only remove the obstacles guarding them and let other people, those better suited for such things, be their rescuers. There’s no need to draw more attention to yourself than necessary. And you don’t think you could be very comforting the way you look now, even if all you want to be is kind to them. Even though the dress was very nice before he bled all over you.
Your father trained you to be fast and to be sure. Unnecessary pain, even for the most vile creatures imaginable, is just cruelty on your part. You don’t want to be cruel. You are...you can be something that doesn’t have to resort to that.
He was aware of how heavily he was breathing as the memory fades, disgust in his core - at the trafficker who destroyed the lives of children, those that would send a child to kill. All he could hope for was those children were rescued eventually, if just for Yor's peace of mind.
Slowly, the pirate raises and drops the bloody knife on the grass as he turns to face the man - Yor's handler he surmised. "I did your dirty work,"
He glances back, as the body vanished - but it still cast a pall over the garden in his eye even with it's absence.
"I'll be taking the rabbit back to Yuri," He sigh. "I don't know what she went through in my heart, but I am not going to shy away not after what she has been through."
"There is a similarity to your hearts. But for what you were willing to do, I'll offer you this advice: if you want to bring her back, what she wants and what she needs are not the same."
He flicks a button at you that spins in the air, showing one sharp thorn side and the other an engraved stylized rose like you might have recognized on the outfit she requested from home.
And at that you feel yourself being drawn back to the Briar house.
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"Is it true that he traffics children?" His voice was low, measured, staring down at the man as he steps forward.
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And Harlock can feel a dossier fill his mind. Now you know his height, weight, medical history, his operations and associates, and the list of his crimes. The way he would gather up Ostanian orphans with the promises of family, of being wanted, and then sell them off into the black market. Some were starved and neglected, smuggled to other countries as slaves, some taken off for experimenting, most never heard from again. In exchange for guns he would sell to Ostanian extremists who used the excuse of war to plunder their localities, then get medals from an inattentive government.
This is not explicitly spelled out but the fact that the young Yor Briar was asked to do this as her first assignment says something. The dossier listed his years of operation, showing that for a long time Martin Malchek was untouchable, heavily guarded from those he might deem a threat. But what man who abuses children like pawns, preying on them specifically for their weakness, would ever suspect one being trained to murder him?
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"And you use Children to do your dirty work." He growls in the gardner's direction as he kneels in front of the man. He could understand in a sick way, why a child would be the perfect method of assassinating someone like Malchek, as he tries to control the bile that threatened to rise as he took the knife back in hand, his eye narrowing darkly.
Like with the rabbit before, he was quick to cut.
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This is different from animals. There is an ugliness to the blow that’s beyond two creatures fighting for survival, and that grotesque display has splattered against the nice new dress your employer gave you. You are trying to be merciful, but this time your hand trembles, just a bit, as you go to stab him. The way he stares at you is unfamiliar, predatory but not the kind you’ve seen before in a wolf or bear. Then you put the blade into his neck and his gaze goes blank.
As he dies you recite the dossier they gave you on Martin Malcheck. You know his height, weight, medical history, his operations and associates, and the list of his crimes. The way he would gather up Ostanian orphans with the promises of family, of being wanted, and then sell them off into the black market. Some were starved and neglected, smuggled to other countries as slaves, some taken off for experimenting, most never heard from again. You do not celebrate his death. But you also do not regret his passing.
You wipe the blood from your face with a handkerchief and look back towards the open door. There will be two traffickers at each entrance that you will have to take out before the job is done. On the second floor there are a dozen children being held in rooms for transport, but you’ve been instructed to only remove the obstacles guarding them and let other people, those better suited for such things, be their rescuers. There’s no need to draw more attention to yourself than necessary. And you don’t think you could be very comforting the way you look now, even if all you want to be is kind to them. Even though the dress was very nice before he bled all over you.
Your father trained you to be fast and to be sure. Unnecessary pain, even for the most vile creatures imaginable, is just cruelty on your part. You don’t want to be cruel. You are...you can be something that doesn’t have to resort to that.
"Thank you." Is all he says.
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Slowly, the pirate raises and drops the bloody knife on the grass as he turns to face the man - Yor's handler he surmised. "I did your dirty work,"
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The body seems to vanish quite cleanly once the job is finished.
"She would never wish this upon anyone, but these are unique circumstances, being in her heart..."
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"I'll be taking the rabbit back to Yuri," He sigh. "I don't know what she went through in my heart, but I am not going to shy away not after what she has been through."
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He flicks a button at you that spins in the air, showing one sharp thorn side and the other an engraved stylized rose like you might have recognized on the outfit she requested from home.
And at that you feel yourself being drawn back to the Briar house.