Choice

Knox Squad had made one choice, but not everyone would make the same one. Knox and the others were merely one of many Z-Series Robot control squads. There would always be some who believed they could become heroes and turn the tide.

"Captain, what do we do now?" After hearing the assembly broadcast, an almost identical question rang out in a chamber exactly like the one Knox and his team had awakened in.

This was an inconspicuous ship among the Komok fleet's many standard-issue warships. Yet it also carried several Z-Series Squads, and the people in this room were clearly one of them.

"What do you all think?" Just like Knox, this captain wanted to hear everyone's opinions on a matter that concerned all their fates.

"I think we should assemble. It's the captain's order, after all."

"Although as soldiers, we must obey our superiors' orders, I think the captain may have issued that order under duress. Whether we should obey it is therefore open to debate."

"But even if we disobey, what can we do? We couldn't fight the Zerg before. Now, without command and intelligence support from the bridge, it's even more impossible."

"But once we go, we'll truly have no other choice. Stripped of our weapons, we'll become lambs for the slaughter. I'd rather die fighting than end up like chickens and ducks, at the mercy of others."

"Maybe the Zerg won't do anything to us?"

"Have you forgotten how brutal the Zerg were described to be in the records?"

"But that was all Alliance propaganda. This is our first real contact with the Zerg."

"I'd rather trust the Alliance records than gamble on the Zerg's character. A race that uses beasts in battle—I seriously doubt they even possess a true social structure. And if they're so