Everfire
Tristan walked rigidly into the interveiw room. Inside he saw the general, standing in a dark corner with his back toward him. As he sat down the generla noticed him, and turned around.
"Well Tristan. We've got things for people like you. Treatments, cures. Whatever you want to call it." Tristan tried standing to protest his innocents but was stopped.
"No no, don't bother explaining. I've been waiting for one like you." he now paused, asthough questioning whether he should ask the next question. "You...you like destroying all the biuldings, didn't you? Killing the civilians, crushing them under-foot? It made you feel alive, like..like a GOD! Such power, such raw and extreme energy! Just knowng that you could rule them with an iron-"
The general stopped himself. He leaned on the table and breathed heavily. "Sorry" he said, from under his thick hair. "I never left the memories of my own piloting days in the receses of my mind. They're just as vivid asthough they happened yesterday". He now looked up. Tristan could see a slight hunger in his eyes.
"Do you have anything to say?"
Tristan thought. He'd like to say nothing, though he had a few questions to ask. That was a common problem with Tristan, he was always so punctual when dealing with people. He shook his head.
"Alright then. I'll get to the point." Now the general stood up tall, and began prowling the room with a whip in hand. "We have lately been looking for a pilot. Not just any old pilot, one with," and he eyed Tristan carefully, "Dark Tendencies. You proved just yesterday that you had such things, without a flicker of doubt".
"THATS NOT TRUE!" shouted Tristan in his own defense, "I HAD NO CONTR-"
"I don't care for your excuses" said the general, waving him into silence. "You killed those people and destroyed those biuldings, no matter what any person should say. We've wanted someone just as you to take on the newest addition of fleet. The Black Eagle/Dark Art/D-Art, crafted for speed, biult to destroy. This robot also has the new cinergen chip in, it recieves information fed directly from your brain." At this point a small holograph of the robot in question switched. It had a completely black exterior with black goggles and wicked hints of yellow and brief squares of white. If this thing had've been real, Tristan felt he could have died. "The new technology hasn't been tested yet, and no one has been willing either, but thanks to your recent recklessness," at which Tristan tried to protest again but was held back, "and a few policies we've only just had created, you've volunteered yourself to be the test pilot of D-Art". The leer with which the general was looking at Tristan suggested he was as likely to get out of this situation as a fly was of getting out of a venus fly trap.
"Well?" ventured Tristan. "Can I speak now?"
The general looked inpassive. "I'd suggest so, you won't have much time later"
"Well firstly, I'd like to say you have no right to bestow this curse upon me!," at which the general laughed, "and secondly you have no proof that it was me piloting that thing yesterday! I swear my innocence upon my freedom and soul, and my love of Kirstan even, I did not destroy those biuldings nor kill those people!!" he scoffed at the thought of him purposely rampaging and continued, "As I've told you repeatedly, the Gesh-A turned to automatic pilot after the first missile struck. I could not regain control and it went berserk after identifying all surrounding lifeforms as enemies! You must believe me!"
"Ha! Believe you?" mocked the general. "I would not sooner resign. Listen" and he slammed his fists on the table, "I need you to allow humanity to rise to it's darkness, in a glorious cloud of absolute evil." He had raised his hands in a glorifying manner. "And I know you can do it, boy. Your the key to getting my robots up and running, to take control of this world once and for all, and to set people back in their place."
"But I-"
"Shutup. Your lucky you aren't being Dematerialised for so manner deaths. We'll make up some story about how the machine's extended fire hit enemies far off, destroying thrice what it destroyed hear. We'll call it some new technology, you'll be praised a hero and no one should object."
Tristan glared at the general. His mind had oft thought of the general as vile, while still a humourous mind. Now he could the layers of humanity, friendliness, common sense, they had all been wiped away to reveal a mind of cruel intent insanity and evil.
"I won't do it"
"You will!" snapped the general. "And you'll enjoy. You know you will". And with that, the general left.
As the cold steel doors which beared the crest of Ever-Fire hissed shut, Tristan was left with his own mind and troubled thoughts. Some lay on the idea of him taking on a new machine, others thought about the destruction he could ultimately be the cause. But the most startling, were the quiet ones, which didn't say anything nor nag in the corner of his mind. They were the ones which he ran over with every other thought. The one's he couldn't ignore because he couldn't think of anything else on it's own. The thought that, just maybe, the general was right.
He would enjoy the destruction.