an entry when his morals were tested. :)
BEAST'S LOGBOOK: FERRY OF THE DEAD
How odiously ambitious of Orchis, to liken their transport train to the vessel that traversed the River Styx, as if they had anything like the kind of power Hades or Charon possessed.
Note to self: check Legacy Virus sample integrity.
Operation proceeded mostly according to plan, considering Wolverine's presence - I was forced to attend, playing the role of field operative, owing to the likely presence of biohazardous material and potential virological agents, and I must confess that while I have somewhat missed the adrenaline rush of being on the ground, I have not missed working with that smelly little barbarian.
When I attempted to dispose of the Orchis agents that Logan had rendered unconscious, he fought me on the matter, reminding me of Krakoa's laws, as if they even remotely apply to me or the rest of my X-Force. When that failed, he attempted to appeal to some form of moral argument that was rendered utterly pointless and hilarious just by virtue of being spoken aloud by the Wolverine of all people.
When that also failed, he appealed to our friendship. Such that it is.
I must admit, I hesitated. For a moment, albeit, but for a moment, nonetheless. While I have, undoubtedly have crossed many a moral line, this would be the essential murder of combatants without the ability to defend themselves, who were unable to act under their own power. And for little gain, also - it would merely close a small loop, rather than send a message or significantly deplete Orchis' manpower. It would, essentially, be a cruelty, rather than a necessity.
I acquiesced, making a show of contrition, and he seemed satisfied.
When we came under attack by Orchis sentry drones, I took the opportunity to violently derail the passenger car that held our prisoners, and told Logan that there was nothing we could have done. To focus his anger and annoyance where it would serve a purpose.
I intimated that it was unintentional.
He seemed unsatisfied, but he, too, acquiesced, realising quite correctly that there was no time and no point in debating the matter.
He is not my friend. I do not take orders from him.
And if he wishes to keep acting as though either of these fantasies are correct, then he will soon find himself with far greater problems to worry about than the disposability of the front line of Orchis' petty racism brigade.
Note to self: continue neurological control collar experimentation.
