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1) Ace's Dream:
What the fuck was going on here? There were only Pups, and no Wardens on the lift. But someone was walking out onto the lift. Someone in the flimsy cloth the breeders and the milkers wore. Something had changed.
Ace watched the lift coming down, praying to his mother’s God with half-remembered words.
He recognized the breeders on the lift before they got down too close, thank Immortan. It gave him time to call Axel to him.
“Get me something of Bolt’s,” he said.
“Ahead of ya, Ace,” Axel said, and handed him Bolt’s favorite salvage from the Mall. It was pretty shine, Ace had always thought, the little bit of cloth with pictures of green things on it.
“You not gonna keep it?” Ace asked. Axel was owed something of Bolt’s, too.
“I got my own things,” Axel said. “Ningura’s owed somthin’.”
“Yep,” Ace said, and got out of the car. “Dao Vu,” he called, “Ningura.” He stopped. What did one say to a couple of breeders standing on the lift?
2)Suddenly Sam/Steve:
Someone had screamed. That was the last thing Steve remembered clearly. Now, the world was full of frightened soldiers, his soldiers, and fallen enemies. He was growling, and he wasn’t sure he could stop. His Sentinel was hurt, he could feel the pain rattling through the air.
“Call medics,” he growled, or tried to. Bucky wasn’t there to translate for him, and he wasn’t sure he’d gotten the words all the way out. He couldn’t focus. Not with his Sentinel zoning out on the pain. Steve settled into a crouch beside his Sentinel. He swept his gaze around the area, searching for further threats.
“You got them all, man,” one of Steve’s soldiers said, “You take care of Sam, and we’ll keep watch.”
3)Something Leverage:
Hardison grumbles absently about how Eliot’s in the way, but he slings an arm around Eliot’s shoulders and mouses with his other hand. Eliot watches him move little bright shapes on the screen. He hasn’t seen this game before. He’s beginning to catch the rules when Parker brings out dinner. She runs her fingers through his hair and settles herself on his other side. Eliot sighs.
“Shall we kill them?” Parker asks, in that horribly everyday way she has. Hardison, normally a voice of reason, only hums noncommittally. Eliot thinks about it. About no-one living having to deal with those people again. About not having to be afraid of their next counterattack. About knowing that he’d killed them. And, God knows, he would be the one to kill them. He won’t let the others do it.
“Nah,” he says, almost - almost sounding normal. “Let’s just destroy everything they love.”
What the fuck was going on here? There were only Pups, and no Wardens on the lift. But someone was walking out onto the lift. Someone in the flimsy cloth the breeders and the milkers wore. Something had changed.
Ace watched the lift coming down, praying to his mother’s God with half-remembered words.
He recognized the breeders on the lift before they got down too close, thank Immortan. It gave him time to call Axel to him.
“Get me something of Bolt’s,” he said.
“Ahead of ya, Ace,” Axel said, and handed him Bolt’s favorite salvage from the Mall. It was pretty shine, Ace had always thought, the little bit of cloth with pictures of green things on it.
“You not gonna keep it?” Ace asked. Axel was owed something of Bolt’s, too.
“I got my own things,” Axel said. “Ningura’s owed somthin’.”
“Yep,” Ace said, and got out of the car. “Dao Vu,” he called, “Ningura.” He stopped. What did one say to a couple of breeders standing on the lift?
2)Suddenly Sam/Steve:
Someone had screamed. That was the last thing Steve remembered clearly. Now, the world was full of frightened soldiers, his soldiers, and fallen enemies. He was growling, and he wasn’t sure he could stop. His Sentinel was hurt, he could feel the pain rattling through the air.
“Call medics,” he growled, or tried to. Bucky wasn’t there to translate for him, and he wasn’t sure he’d gotten the words all the way out. He couldn’t focus. Not with his Sentinel zoning out on the pain. Steve settled into a crouch beside his Sentinel. He swept his gaze around the area, searching for further threats.
“You got them all, man,” one of Steve’s soldiers said, “You take care of Sam, and we’ll keep watch.”
3)Something Leverage:
Hardison grumbles absently about how Eliot’s in the way, but he slings an arm around Eliot’s shoulders and mouses with his other hand. Eliot watches him move little bright shapes on the screen. He hasn’t seen this game before. He’s beginning to catch the rules when Parker brings out dinner. She runs her fingers through his hair and settles herself on his other side. Eliot sighs.
“Shall we kill them?” Parker asks, in that horribly everyday way she has. Hardison, normally a voice of reason, only hums noncommittally. Eliot thinks about it. About no-one living having to deal with those people again. About not having to be afraid of their next counterattack. About knowing that he’d killed them. And, God knows, he would be the one to kill them. He won’t let the others do it.
“Nah,” he says, almost - almost sounding normal. “Let’s just destroy everything they love.”