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the ways of tea and failure ([personal profile] hokuton_punch) wrote in [community profile] fandomweekly2016-03-11 02:21 pm

[#006] Unjust Rewards (Marathon)

Theme Prompt: Vainglory
Title: Unjust Rewards
Fandom: Marathon
Rating/Warnings: Gen; mentions of violence.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: ~230
Summary: An after-battle moment does not go according to plan.


Rozinante sailed through the wreckage of Battle Group Six, Central Arm, as motes of debris vaporized against its shields and trumpet fanfares resounded through its halls.

The brassy clamor lowered enough for Durandal to say, "Another flawless victory, as planned and executed by me. Not that I'm bragging."

"Uh-huh." The security officer scrolled through another page on the tablet she'd picked up a couple of stops ago. Sure, at the moment all she could get on it were different translations of The Song of Roland, but it gave her something to do besides stare at the neon walls. Or repaint them.

"I decimated most of a battle group, and not in the less-impressive literal sense. Clearly you're just jealous that I didn't need you for any errands during this particular -"

Bwonk. Bwonk. Bwonk blared over the trumpets.

"You were saying?"

"Fine, so some particularly enterprising squadron managed to teleport into the former Juggernaut hangar bays before I blew their ship to pieces. Shut up and get your armor on."

"I dunno, I'm at a really good part here. There's skulls getting split and brains falling out and everything..."

"Trust you to fixate on the least important parts of an epic. You have one minute before I drop you down there in your pajamas."

"Yeah, fine, I'm going. Hold the trumpets till I'm done, though."

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