We watched as Craig's body fell to the ground next to his mothers. It was a sad day for all of us, to see that eighteen year old boy, with so much more to offer the world, sacrifice himself and only get death. We opened fire blindly then, only trying to hit those who had no soul. We won that battle, and the man who'd killed our friend Craig? He was shot in the legs so he couldn't run, and then I strolled up to him while he was screaming in pain. When he saw me he quietened down, maybe afraid, but I'm not sure. I took the liberty of sending a video chat request to the home city. And when we were connected, I started my speech, leaving that man in pain, but making sure he couldn't talk.
"I stand here talking to you to inform you of what has happened. Many great men have died, but one in particular, our friend Craig, who sacrificed himself to save his mum, but to no avail. May his soul live happy in heaven. We are coming home soon, so send a VTOL to our location,but first we have some unfinished business. We thank you for showing support to our militia, and hope we can start on rebuilding our home city. See you when we arrive home." and I ended the video chat.
Slowly, I turned to face the man who killed two good people, and I said "goodnight hostage man. Too bad you couldn't win this war" and shot him.