Zouichi looked at the white-clad man before him, a near mirror-image of himself. Though the Galileeans might have cloning technology that outstripped anything the crew currently had, what they were not in possession of was centuries of research into perfecting one of Toha Heavy Industries's most notorious product lines. The clone would not have the reinforced skeletal structure required to perform the feats of strength and speed he himself was capable of -- at least not without tearing himself bodily apart. He would not have the benefit of Zouichi's heavily integrated control, targeting, and visual tracking systems. Or the decades of training it had taken Zouichi to utilize his abilities effectively. And of course, he would not have the weapons arsenal, the one that even the R&D branch at the company had once suggested might run the slight risk of overkill.
But even without these things, a clone of himself would be dangerous. Possessed of superhuman strength and speed, heavily resistant to pain, able to recover from even massive injury in a matter of days, and requiring almost nothing in the way of food or water to stay alive. Easily programmed, easily controlled. A soldier that any government could be proud of.
Obviously, he could not be allowed to live.
Manner mode: OFF Shot accelerator output: MAX
In less time than it took to blink, Zouichi drew his sidearm, leveled it directly at the clone, and pulled the trigger. The gravity gun went off with a muted click; a split second later, the clone's head and upper torso simply blew apart in a bright cloud of tissue and bone, as though a silent explosion had gone off in close quarters. There was not a moment's hesitation in Zouichi's actions, nor a trace of doubt on his face.
That task completed, Zouichi aimed the barrel of the 4000XL at the remains of his other self. It would not do to leave any trace genetic material available for a second attempt. The resulting coil rifle blast incinerated the clone's remains, flash-burning the ground in a wide area around the body for good measure.
Re: Subthread 10: Fight Night
But even without these things, a clone of himself would be dangerous. Possessed of superhuman strength and speed, heavily resistant to pain, able to recover from even massive injury in a matter of days, and requiring almost nothing in the way of food or water to stay alive. Easily programmed, easily controlled. A soldier that any government could be proud of.
Obviously, he could not be allowed to live.
Manner mode: OFF
Shot accelerator output: MAX
In less time than it took to blink, Zouichi drew his sidearm, leveled it directly at the clone, and pulled the trigger. The gravity gun went off with a muted click; a split second later, the clone's head and upper torso simply blew apart in a bright cloud of tissue and bone, as though a silent explosion had gone off in close quarters. There was not a moment's hesitation in Zouichi's actions, nor a trace of doubt on his face.
That task completed, Zouichi aimed the barrel of the 4000XL at the remains of his other self. It would not do to leave any trace genetic material available for a second attempt. The resulting coil rifle blast incinerated the clone's remains, flash-burning the ground in a wide area around the body for good measure.
"White's really not your color."