*cackles* I just blew things up and what didn’t blow up got set on fire!
(And then my Sim went and put out all the flames before anything burnt to uselessness or the little heaps of scrap could be set on fire too.)
There is something very satisfying about getting a Sim up to level 6 of the inventing skill and setting up a circle of things to detonate. Even when it goes a little badly, and lights shit on fire. Just. BOOM!
The Butcher and The River
At some unspecified time after this.
AU: All Her Daughters
Word Count: 368
Characters: CT-2701 River, SC-298 Butcher
Warnings: off-screen major character death
There’s none so wise to the rise of the River
The Butcher’s out there tonight
– Steeleye Span, “Who Told the Butcher”, Bedlam Born
River closes his eyes as Butcher rests her hands on his temples, the physical contact helping as she slides along their bond, and into the back of his mind, wrapping him in the same sort of shields she keeps on her own mind. Once his stolen bucket is on, no one will be able to tell him from any of the faceless and disposable slaves they send out to die for them. No Master will look twice at him.
They won’t see until it’s too late. Even Skywalker didn’t hear us.
Butcher’s frustrated rage feeds his own, and River has to take a deep breath and force his hands to stop shaking.
He listened long enough to give us this chance.
River opens his eyes, meeting Butcher’s gaze steadily, and reaches up to cradle her face between his hands. Leaning in to rest his forehead against hers, breathing falling into familiar synch. Calming them both enough to reach for the rest of their stolen gear, armor and tunics and cloak.
Just another clone commander and Jedi, ignored by everyone around them as they take a speeder through the skylanes, as they land in the speeder bay of one building. Ignored as they make their way to the highest floors, and the cloying shadows that feel like the dens of slavers.
Ignored when they leave, and make their way to the next building, and the next, timed visits that avoid the worst Master, who bought lives just to throw them away like nothing more than droids made flesh. Packages hidden carefully, wrapped in shielding that will write their message bright across the surface of the city.
They discard their disguises once they return to where they began, wrapping themselves instead in the familiar dark browns and grays of their usual gear. Finding the highest and best place to watch from, fingers laced together as they look across the lower parts of the city to the buildings that rise out of the Senate Sector at their targets.
Hear us. Butcher’s voice is a whisper, but it is enough, a pulse through the Force to set off all the bombs as one, fire blossoming out into the fading light of dusk.
Summary: Here’s where the fun begins–and by fun I mean running.
Oh, and the youtube playlist has also been updated accordingly. *g*
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLjt2fQTpfr3HMpI8GgQMTjrvUyPNvE5ZJ
Go read it! Seriously, you don’t need to be familiar with Star Wars to appreciate this, just. Go. Read it. I’ll be here with tissues, plushies, a blanket fort, and things to smash when you’re done.
There's a Mirror on the Wall 