Get you Gone

[cityship]

The meeting is over, the teams have been assigned, the plans have been laid out. It's time to get weapons.

It's time to wish each other luck, and say goodbyes--with the hope that they're only "good bye for now"s.

It's about to get very hairy from here on out.

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[lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com]

"I can shield your friend too, Yuri." Borg speaks up sleepily. He has no interest in weapons besides the ones inside his body. In fact he considers the human obsession with technology to be in a way dishonest. There is no contract there, no sharing for the use of a gun. You do not merge with the gun, you merely fire it. He feels a profound sympathy for those objects, used then thrown away. That is not the law of the culture he hails from.

But back to the topic at hand, he finds his life much easier when Yuri is not bawling her tiny head off, no matter how delicious tears might be sometimes.

Yuri notices the smile too and grins happily back. "Don't try to be all heroic. Things only get worse when someone does that."

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

Roxie doesn't really care about guns. They can't hurt her much, and she can't use them very well.

"I don't really do 'heroic'," she says, very matter-of-factly.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

Sherry stretches and winces. "True, you kind of walk the... beneficially malevolent line sometimes, Roxie." What with flashbanging and sending chattering teeth of doom after Kon.