Search him for money. Castrate with shovel.
Give wounded soldiers a last cigarette.
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1Kneeling down at the stricken German's side, you begin patting him down. It takes you a couple of seconds to find all of the various compartments and pouches on the foreign uniform, but before long, you've rifled through all of them and found nothing of value. You suppose that a soldier would have no reason to take money into battle. Besides, it'd be dirty foreign money. You don't even know how these savages buy things - probably through bartering or something equally neanderthal. As a final and slightly callous gesture, however, you fumble in your pouches and produce some indecipherable mass of plant matter and cloth. You toss it in the German's general direction. Perhaps he'll take more comfort from one of those things than you did.
A second idea occurs to you as you glance at your trusty shovel. You're fairly certain that you already ruined the man's chances of having evil fascist babies with your opening manoeuvre, but it never hurts to make sure. Raising your damaged implement high, you prepare to shove it directly into the prone German's crotch. Before you can do the deed, however, a loud bang smashes the silence around you and your brain momentarily stops responding as white-hot pain floods every one of your extremities. You collapse forward onto the German you were about to mutilate, feeling your life excruciatingly drain away from a new hole in your back as your trusty shovel drops from your grasp. You barely register the ground vibrating as multiple pairs of steel-toed boots and sharp, gruff voices storm into the building. "Diggins, you fucking idiot!"
is the last thing you hear as your consciousness lapses for the final time. "He was on our side!"
Scenario IIZardas Klikken, SolarCorp Electrical Engineer
Somewhere far above Mars
Stardate 0993-18-20
"Game over. Simulation terminated. Please exit the simulation booth."
You curse in response to the soft artificial voice as the high-tech video game fades away around you, leaving you sat in a reclining chair with your hands clasped tightly around two control sticks. You can never seem to get past that part of the game - and you were so close that time, too! Consoling yourself by reminding yourself verbally that the AI controlling your teammates in that old game is terrible anyway, you clamber out of the chair and stretch haughtily, letting the blood flow back into your aching muscles. The AI retorts something rude about your passing comment as you leave the recreation room, but you pay it no heed. You're far too busy replaying that sick shovel swinging you managed to pull off in your mind as you slide your ID card into the door and push it open.
Your pager immediately chimes, indicating that break-time is over. You're suddenly thankful for your sudden ejection from the virtual reality game as you recall what's scheduled today - it's time for the monthly engine examination. You ask yourself why a space station even needs an engine as you trudge through the corridors, dodging and pushing away passing employees as you force your way to the engineering department. You figure it wouldn't hurt for the Administrator to have a few solar panels installed - they're far more reliable, after all.
Before you can remind yourself of your objectively correct opinion once again, you find yourself up against the imposing entrance to Engineering. What do you do?