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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (102/109b)

[(Anonymous)]

“If she could behead the NCR, she could do it to the Legion too.” The trays are washed and replaced in their stack, and her daughter sits in the corner, hands in her lap and mending a pair of pants, listening. There are eight of them around the table, most with a child at their breast, a couple with a child at their feet, only the one with a child old enough to sit unattended.

“The NCR made missteps all along the way. Who sends their president to the last piece of land you hold between you and your enemy? If they wanted him to stay safe, they should have sent him to somewhere heavily fortified. That she managed it was luck, nothing more.” The woman holds a baby to her breast, works beads into a pattern on the decorative bag she’s making.

“And do you have a better pan?” Delivery Woman asks, raises her eyebrows.

“We wait it out. Old man can’t have too much longer to live.” Bag Decorator shrugs.

“And then Lanius takes over, and we’re worse off than we started.” Another woman, this one with a dog tattooed across her forearm and deep circles under her eyes.

“He would take over if she kills Caesar too,” Bag Decorator replies.

“You heard about all she killed at that one camp, along the Colorado, for the, ah--Dead Sea, that was his name. You heard about that, right?” This woman with a toddler crawling into her lap, waving a pre-war plastic toy dinosaur.


“I heard about it, and I think it’s bullshit, and a bunch of unprepared NCR officers is not the same as the top brass of the army, who are apparently expecting her to come for them since they want her crucified and derided, and not just quietly disposed of.” Bag Decorator snaps, sets her stitching down and takes a few deep breaths before picking it up again.

“She said she would do it,” Delivery Woman says, quiet.

“And I think she’s trying to save her own skin,” Dog Tattoo says.

“Even if she’s just trying to save her own skin, if the end result is the same, what does it matter?” Toddler Woman asks. Her toddler settles into her lap, places the dinosaur on the table. She rearranges the dinosaur so it faces back at them.

“If she gets us locked up or killed, that’s what matters!” Bag Decorator replies. A couple others around the table murmur in agreement.

“She won’t. We’ll be safe, she has enough of a reputation as a single actor when she does things. They’ll think she smuggled in--what does she want us to give her?” Toddler Woman looks to Delivery Woman.

“Depends on what she asks for.” Delivery Woman shrugs.

“This is a stupid, suicidal mission. You don’t even know what she wants yet. You’re going to get us a killed when she wants a gun,” Bag Decorator snorts.

“We die, no matter what she does, with this at least there's a chance maybe we both benefit and die a little later than planned,” Toddler Woman points out.

“Those are literally the only factors that make this a reasonable plan,” Dog Tattoo groans and runs her hand back through her hair.

The whole circle is quiet.

“Ask her what she needs, and we’ll try to get it to her tomorrow. If we can’t get the actual thing, we’ll do as close as we can,” Toddler Woman says, soft. The others look between themselves, a couple snort, and then they all nod.