Lance's eyes are wide as he and Shiro make their way into the wild forests of Wyver. Bayard in hand, he holds the scope of his sniper rifle up to his eye to check their immediate surroundings for any danger. The paladin in him, the fighter who's been in countless battles back home, is efficient, focused and ready. It's just another series of battles to keep a planet safe from all the monsters that've invaded their new home. The boy in him that misses Earth and starts to complain about space dust when he thinks too long about his mom's warm hugs, is terrified.
It's hard to fathom just how lighthearted he'd felt at the start of all this. One message urging people to come to Nadril to help study some "anomalous readings" coming from deep space. Even then, in the pit of his stomach he knew that this would all turn to shit -- a full year of "anomalous readings" in a space war have taught him that this is never a benign finding. But he wanted so desperately for this to just be normal, for all of them to just catch a break, especially since Shiro only just woke up.
But sometimes life just doesn't give you what you want.]
Coast is clear.
[His voice is tense, everything about him is tense from the way he's holding that rifle too tightly in his hands, to the way he's carrying himself like any second now some aberration is going to pop out of nowhere to kill them. That's the reality they live in now.]
Do we advance?
[As if they really have a choice. They're able to fight, this is what being a paladin's all about. Defending the universe. He can't help thinking that the lions would make quick work of all these mutated creatures that are neither animals nor machines but awful hybrids of the two, but that's another bit of wishful thinking isn't it.]
for space padre (cw: body horror / eventual death)
Lance's eyes are wide as he and Shiro make their way into the wild forests of Wyver. Bayard in hand, he holds the scope of his sniper rifle up to his eye to check their immediate surroundings for any danger. The paladin in him, the fighter who's been in countless battles back home, is efficient, focused and ready. It's just another series of battles to keep a planet safe from all the monsters that've invaded their new home. The boy in him that misses Earth and starts to complain about space dust when he thinks too long about his mom's warm hugs, is terrified.
It's hard to fathom just how lighthearted he'd felt at the start of all this. One message urging people to come to Nadril to help study some "anomalous readings" coming from deep space. Even then, in the pit of his stomach he knew that this would all turn to shit -- a full year of "anomalous readings" in a space war have taught him that this is never a benign finding. But he wanted so desperately for this to just be normal, for all of them to just catch a break, especially since Shiro only just woke up.
But sometimes life just doesn't give you what you want.]
Coast is clear.
[His voice is tense, everything about him is tense from the way he's holding that rifle too tightly in his hands, to the way he's carrying himself like any second now some aberration is going to pop out of nowhere to kill them. That's the reality they live in now.]
Do we advance?
[As if they really have a choice. They're able to fight, this is what being a paladin's all about. Defending the universe. He can't help thinking that the lions would make quick work of all these mutated creatures that are neither animals nor machines but awful hybrids of the two, but that's another bit of wishful thinking isn't it.]