[ FF ] `` The weapon that won the war '' ( Feedback for every response . ) 400 words or less .

( Sorry for the phone formatting ) 
 
 They had always been fascinated by war. The beauty and the horror of it, the gain and and the greed, the loss and the thrill of it. Weapons and strategies and war rooms full of soldiers, men and women alike, eager and willing to engage anyone, anywhere, at any time on a single spoken order. Committed to march and to kill. Small causes or noble causes, just cause or simply because it was a Tuesday and they lacked entertainment, They were the very creators of War, the ones who had taught the art to humans and non-humans alike. They were the ashes and They were the phoenix, rising from bloody fields and burnt-out galaxies to stand above the lesser ones They had taught to kill and maim for trivialities like land and profit and pride. 
 
 They were the ultimate soldiers and strategists, and today would be the unveiling of their greatest achievement- The Untouchable. The greatest weapon in the cosmos. Nobody would see this one coming, They said, nobody would be able to mount a proper defense in time. Nobody would know how to counter it. 
 
 They stepped forward on the stage as a single unit, an unbroken line of six facing the still and silent room of soldiers and mercenaries before them. The weapon was held between two generals in their crisp, meticulous uniforms, one white gloved hand from each man on either side of the Untouchable. 
 
 `` This, my fellow comrades, is the weapon of the future, the builder of new horizons and the seeker of paths not yet discovered.'' The man to the farthest left of the Six barked into the silence of the room. `` This is the new face of our war machine, the greatest weapon of our time- The Untouchable. She is capable of all that our known weaponry can do and so much more. The scope and power of her is unlimited, her boundaries unknown and her weaknesses negligible. She can bring a man to his knees, any man of any caliber or creed, in a matter of seconds. She is capable of reducing an entire army to ashes in a single strike and she is, by all our tests and observations, unstoppable. This weapon has been classified as the Untouchable because it is the only correct term one may apply to her. 
 
 Behold, brothers, our greatest achievement to date- Our Untouchable.'' 
 
 His words had barely faded from the air when the middle two soldiers stepped forwards with the weapon between them. It squirmed uncomfortably, tugging at the sleeve of one general and blinking owlishly out at the crowd before itself. 
 
 `` That's not a weapon at all!'' came a belligerent shout. A mercenary with a scarred face and rough leather for armour loomed up out of the crowd, his eight foot frame towering over the soldiers seated near him. `` That's a little girl!'' 
 
 `` So it would seem. Would you like to be the first to try her?'' 
 
 The mercenary sneered at the Six, shoving his way out of the crowd and onto the stage. He strode up to the two soldiers who held the small girl between them and looked down at her. Messy auburn locks, plain white tunic and bare feet on the polished wood floor. Barely three feet high. 
 
 He grunted in distaste and pulled a hand canon from the holster at his hip. `` Let's see you stop live plasma, girl.'' 
 
 His finger tightened on the trigger, but in an instant, in a second split so quickly he barely had time to register it had passed, eerie blue eyes were locked onto his scarred face and boring into the core of him. Into his psyche, into his soul, into the essence of him. His mind screamed as the voice crept into every hidden place and every dark corner, ringing the small, sad words into every fiber of him with white-hot pain and torture. 
 
 *Why are you hurting me mister? * 
 
 The mercenary let out a whimper and fell to his knees, the small voice a thousand cuts to the center of his being, breaking a heart he'd long thought dead and buried. It killed him to even consider that voice raised in pain or tears, brought him to madness to think he had almost shot her point-blank. He hung his head as tears began to course down his cheeks without warning. 
 
 `` Please... I did n't mean it...'' 
 
 The auburn locks tumbled over one shoulder as the small head tilted to one side. One hand was released by the general holding it and the arm fell listlessly to the girl's side. 
 
 `` No more crying mister, we'll make it stop.'' 
 
 And without another word the child raised her arm, palm upwards and gave a single blink. The man on his knees trembled uncontrollably for a moment, fell to his face as his body lost all control and then exploded outwards into a shower of golden light that blinded the room for a moment or two. 
 
 When the light had faded and the fine mist of blood and flesh had settled around their shoulders, the man on the end looked again at the crowd. 
 
 `` And that is the least impressive of her abilities. Would anyone else like to try her?'' 
 
 Dead eyes looked out from the small heart-shaped face and in the room full of seasoned soldiers and mercenaries, generals and warlords, not a one stood to challenge her. 
 
 `` This is the Untouchable.'' They said as a single unit, the Six falling back into a single unbroken line. `` This is the greatest weapon of our time.'' 
 
 ( May have gone over the word count, not sure as my phone does n't count for me and it's too late to do it by hand atm. Hopefully it's not too painful, this is n't my usual genre, but I thought I'd give it a shot anyway. ) 
 
 
 

