The Eagle stepped onto it’s rails, and in an instant, Alice’s demeanor changed entirely. This was no time for emotion or empathy. Neither won wars; they only clouded one’s judgment. As she was fired into the void with the rest of her team, she knew what she was going to do. She was going to kill people, because that’s what she was meant for, and she was good at it. No matter who her enemies were or what they did, she would not show them any amount of mercy. But she would not inflict unnecessary cruelty either. That was not her directive.
Effortlessly, Alice flew into formation, close to Delacroix and Shanks. Unlike most pilots, she rather liked zero-gravity combat. A third dimension added new complexities to combat and movement, the potential to move in any direction desired. While easier for most organic pilots, combat in an atmosphere felt somewhat limiting, and Alice excelled in fighting in an environment that lacked gravity. Despite this, the stark endlessness of space was disconcerting. She could blast through space at top speed, yet it could still seem as if she hadn't moved an inch.
While she couldn’t ignore the current mission, she did pay attention to Williams taking her first kill, and the following declaration hinting at the distress most soldiers felt the first time they killed someone. She had never felt the same apprehension with her first time, so she couldn't understand it. The best she could do was sympathize. But that would have to be saved for later as well. The theatre of combat wasn't a place for sympathy, even for one’s allies.
At Delacroix’s request for help, Alice gave a small “Understood.”, flying into position with her wingman Nishizumi and switching to the long-range ammo on her Scorpion rifle. When she spoke, her voice made no changes in pitch and tone, and thus sounded perfectly human.
Firing at incoming enemies, Alice noticed a damaged Ferir floating in space, torn to shreds from Gerard’s axe, but still showing signs of life inside. He seems to have left another enemy pilot live. Without a word, she activated one of her missile launchers and sent a shot bolting toward it. The MAS was weak and dismembered, so it would need only a single missile to destroy than the typical two for a intact mech. Indeed, the missile slammed into the machine and in a flash of light, sent the remaining wreckage drifting away in all directions.
“Alice, one kill confirmed.”
As she turned back to the enemies advancing towards them, she opened up a comm channel with Delacroix, and addressed him in his native language. Again, her voice was cold and emotionless, unaffected by her distinctive vocal flange.
“Vivre pour combattre un autre jour. If our enemies are allowed to live today, we will only have to fight them again in the future.”
With that, she closed the channel and went back to fighting the other machines. Working with Shanks, while he laid down covering fire to scatter the mooks, she calculated their movements and fired precise shots in their directions. She managed to hit a MAS two times, the destructive kinetic-plasma rounds ripping through the metal and tearing an arm off, allowing Alice to finish it off with a missile from her second launcher. She punctuated this with another unfeeling declaration.
“Two kills confirmed.”