Erised

"For the Federation!" The bald man whispered even as the blood pooled from the corner of his lips. The stinger had penetrated deep into his lungs, its black poison infecting him even quicker than he could take a breath.

Number 120 had never felt such pain in his life. Not even while he had been training in the Abyss, or when he had been tortured for 230 days during his mission in the Empire. It was so painful, so painful, the poison ran through his body, leaving sharp bits of electricity in his nerves.

He could feel it moving up his heart, 120 knew he would be dead in less than a minute.

For the Federation. I was born to swerve the Federation. All for the glory of the Federation. Just like when he was a teenager and entered the Abyss, he repeated the words over and over again, until he knew no more.

"120! 120! His stats are offline." A tall youth with the palest of skin reported after a few seconds as he placed the device back into his inventory.