When two male mice are placed together in a cage, after a time they will begin to slowly tear one another apart. There are some reported cases where male mice will eat one another. The nick name of Deimos, which in and of itself meant "terror", was Myshonok, a gypsy word meaning "Mouse" that he had picked up over the years he had spent travelling the galaxies with his family.

Most people understood why Deimos was given such a name when they first met him. He was small, for a fighter, quiet, and submissive. But his assigned name, Deimos, why give him the name of terror? Why imply that he was fearful? Many would simply write it off as a Fighter tactic to incite respect in Navigators and fear in opponents and leave it at that.

"Yeah… Yeah, fuck, you have a mouth like a whore." The Fighter looming above him thrust into his mouth and Deimos moaned, sucking and licking at the length of the man he had been put in charge of "taking care of" by Bering and Cook. It was a simple operation, clean-up crews would be at the room after, but he would enjoy his task while he was at it.

The small Fighter stood, pushing over the larger male and moving so that thin ankles were pressed to the man's waist as he lay on the floor. Deimos licked his lips, white irises and black pupils flickering as he rubbed his own groin, staring down at the other man before he dropped to his knees, ghosting his mouth over the taunt skin of the Fighter's jaw before he slammed his hand into the wavering windpipe.

"What the-" The man choked, grappling with the firm arm of the smaller man, who smirked and threw his entire weight down, efficiently cutting off the man's air supply and sliding a spinal disc out of place. He always enjoyed feeling a pulse die as a kill was accomplished.

Deimos stared down at the body beneath him, the still, pale face fixed in shock and fear, two expressions that Fighters never showed. It was so beautiful, so amazing, so delicious that he couldn't help but let out a soft squeaking sound of happiness as he pressed his cheek to the firm, unmoving chest that was slowly losing its warmth.

Once the body was cold he stood, leaving the room and walking to his rooms, where Phobos was smirking, sitting on his bed and reading a book, the elder Navigator holding out a hand to cup Deimos' cheek gently. "Where have you been, Myshonok? My perfect one?" Those pale eyes smiled with thin lips and the young Fighter nuzzled his face against the soft palm, inhaling the scent of the other man as he closed his eyes happily. "No matter, come, Myshonok." The man looked around for his cane, which Deimos found for him and held out, helping the much older man to his feet. "Let's go get some rations, yes?" Their elbows were linked and Deimos rested his cheek on the bicep of his Navigator, warily watching all who passed them as he led Phobos through the halls.

When two male mice are placed together in a cage, after a time they will begin to slowly tear one another apart. There are some reported cases where male mice will eat one another. This makes mice one of the most vicious and merciless species of animal on the planet Earth.