That night he lay awake, locked up in the darkness, staring at the room's silhouettes in the dim light of the blurring forcefield that separated this bed from the others. Murderer, whispered his mind, murderer, murderer, it repeated again and again in the commander's voice filled with disgust and disappointment. It hurt in a way he didn't understand. He drove his nails into his palms below the blanket till he felt blood dripping over his skin. Murderer, his mind told him icily.
Dead bodies are useless.
The rules were repeated again and again during the exercises, repeated in the rhythm of heavy breaths and running steps, back and forth. The rules had to be followed as exactly as the physical training that was to be done five times a day. His lips formed the words in obedience. APGs were used as service weapons for guards at the STP before this incident took place, while the officers carried more expensive blasters with multiple available adjustments.