The Battle That Ended The Century

[cityship]

People say that war is hell. This looked it.

Buildings and cars and bodies are scattered like broken toys as far as the eye can see, stretching out toward a dirty horizon. Even the clouds seems streaked with mud and blood, and they're taking it out on everyone below with a constant stream of cold, soaking rain.

The sounds of fighting seem to come from all directions, but at this moment, there's no one else in sight.

A breather. The calm before the storm.

[[OOC: This is for everyone who was involved with "The Lurking Fear". Questions go to Milo or Kaylin.]]

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[morphitudinous]

Catching her small discomfort, he nodded. "Sounds good to me. If you need me to, I'll hang around the outside and shoot."

Not that he particularly enjoyed it either, and there was the nagging fear that he'd hit a brainwashed crew member, but when you're a Ranger you learn that certain things need to be done. He'd have time to feel guilt later.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Given that the one time Kaylee had ever attempted to even hold a gun had resulted in her shrinking back into the ship, cowering from the gunfire, and watching River take out three men with little more than a glance in their direction and three well-calculated shots, Kaylee still wasn't sure about firearms of any kind. The idea of taking another life, even that of one of an illusion, didn't stick well with her at all.

"Wouldn't want to put that on ya, Billy. Done enough for me already, 'sides."

[morphitudinous]

"I've been trained to do this," he said regretfully and not entirely truthfully. He'd killed magically mobile clay putties and artificially created aliens, not humanoid warriors whether real or fake. Billy was afraid, and it might show on his face, but he felt making sure everyone was safe was more important.

"I'm concerned about how well that tank can hold together. If it's compromised and you're hurt...if I can help prevent that, I want to." He looked anxiously out at the battlefield, listening to the faraway gunshots. Nothing was coming too close right now, thankfully.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"Tank'll hold together just fine," Kaylee promised, with more confidence than she was actually feeling. The insides of the tank were working just shiny now, but the outside was still rickety. But if you didn't have at least some faith in the ship you were flying (tank you were driving, in this case), then it was bound to fall apart on you.

The mechanic paused only a moment longer before nodding and patting Billy's arm. "If it'll make you feel better to tag along, I won't mind it so much, long as you promise that if it gets too rough you'll get yourself out of trouble, alright?"