Toxtricity
lesbian punk
- Joined
- Oct 20, 2024
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The trucks rolled along the off-beaten path, their engines rumbling along in the quiet of the Otolla mountain pass. Marcia's gaze was fixed at some point beyond the soldiers sitting on the other side of the truck. She always loathed this quiet stillness after a battle, the absence of shells screaming through the air, cracks of gunshots from all around, desperate screams of comrades and foe alike, she never missed them, but the calm immediately after felt wrong, somehow. She heaved out a breath to try and get that feeling outside of herself, but the weight on her shoulders only seemed to grow.
At least the operation had been a success. At least she was coming back alive. She grit her teeth. She couldn't settle for that. Coming back alive was the bare minimum. If she wanted to inherit the Cart Titan, she needed to prove herself over her comrades, every time. Had she this time? She'd only seen captain Siphiso during the lulls in the battle. She could only hope he saw her during the firefights. She'd know soon enough. The convoy would rendezvous with the rest of the warrior unit in Orionia Asera before boarding a war train back to Civita. Then she'd know how she was stacking up versus the other members of the unit.
Her thoughts were interrupted violently when an explosion rocked through the convoy. Her body moved into action, reaching to unsling her rifle from her shoulder as her gaze swept the mountainside above them. Another blast went off, the truck behind her and the soldiers inside flying apart. A few gunshots were fired, but no one seemed to have found the attackers either, so no more shots were fired in their collective uncertainty. It didn't stop Marcia from sweeping across the mountainside down her sights.
"Marleyan battalion! You are surrounded!" a voice barked from above, the echo making it impossible to pinpoint. "Lay down your arms, or prepare to engage in a suicidal firefight!" Marcia swallowed the dryness in her mouth as smoke filled the air around them from the burning debris, but she didn't put her rifle down, not until she received the order to. And after a moment of silence, the platoon lieutenant called out.
"Warriors! Lay down your arms! We will surrender to the Mid-East forces!" Marcia followed the order. What choice did she have? They were effectively fish in a barrel, and growing more blind by the second as smoke billowed upward.
At least the operation had been a success. At least she was coming back alive. She grit her teeth. She couldn't settle for that. Coming back alive was the bare minimum. If she wanted to inherit the Cart Titan, she needed to prove herself over her comrades, every time. Had she this time? She'd only seen captain Siphiso during the lulls in the battle. She could only hope he saw her during the firefights. She'd know soon enough. The convoy would rendezvous with the rest of the warrior unit in Orionia Asera before boarding a war train back to Civita. Then she'd know how she was stacking up versus the other members of the unit.
Her thoughts were interrupted violently when an explosion rocked through the convoy. Her body moved into action, reaching to unsling her rifle from her shoulder as her gaze swept the mountainside above them. Another blast went off, the truck behind her and the soldiers inside flying apart. A few gunshots were fired, but no one seemed to have found the attackers either, so no more shots were fired in their collective uncertainty. It didn't stop Marcia from sweeping across the mountainside down her sights.
"Marleyan battalion! You are surrounded!" a voice barked from above, the echo making it impossible to pinpoint. "Lay down your arms, or prepare to engage in a suicidal firefight!" Marcia swallowed the dryness in her mouth as smoke filled the air around them from the burning debris, but she didn't put her rifle down, not until she received the order to. And after a moment of silence, the platoon lieutenant called out.
"Warriors! Lay down your arms! We will surrender to the Mid-East forces!" Marcia followed the order. What choice did she have? They were effectively fish in a barrel, and growing more blind by the second as smoke billowed upward.
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