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Worthy of Mars 9/9
Date: 2011-11-21 11:12 pm (UTC)It was easier to just stay huddled on the ground, though, and that's what he did. If Fiends or raiders or NCR dogs had come to massacre them, he'd rather die naked and alone than for Alerio's cause. If he couldn't perform his duty as a soldier while alive, he wouldn't in death, either.
When the flap of the tent opened, he didn't even bother to shield himself.
"Don't worry, blondie- we're getting you out!" The voice was female, unfamiliar to Hadrian's ears. Finally curious, he glanced up to see the strangers, a woman and a man without uniforms, only red caps on their heads. They were focused on Laura, and he wasn't sure they even realized he was there.
That is, until the man swung his sniper rifle in Hadrian's direction and uttered a curse. He braced himself for the end, but Laura jumped forward and grabbed the side of the rifle.
"No, don't shoot! He- he tried to help me."
She looked back down at Hadrian and his cast-aside armor.
"They tortured him for it."
The strange woman nodded at the man, then turned back to her.
"Is your name Laura?"
"How do you-"
"We found your husband at the raid camp. Legs are fucked up, but he's alive. Come on, we've got to hurry!"
Laura made a sound that Hadrian could barely identify, except as some sort of strangled cry. Her face, however, not only bore the first smile he'd ever seen on her, but was the sort of expression he hadn't imagined she could ever make again. Without a second glance, she ran out of the tent, the red-capped man following her.
"You too. Hurry!"
The strange woman tossed Hadrian her coat.
"We've got doctors in Freeside if you need it, but you've got to get moving."
As if in a trance, Hadrian slid the coat on and staggered to his feet. A real warrior would never look back. A real warrior would be found on the winning side. He would follow orders and march after leaders and have any number of other such rationalizations for following the strangers out of camp.
Hadrian didn't even bother, though. He followed the Courier and her soldier because he was tired and weak and wanted a place to lie down far from the slave pens. Later on, he could think over his life and curse his cowardice, knowing himself a traitor for abandoning everything he knew.
For now, though, he could play the part of a soldier one more time and march into the unknown.
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Date: 2011-11-24 03:29 am (UTC):)
Re: Worthy of Mars 9/9
Date: 2011-11-24 07:22 am (UTC)Thumbs up, though I have to admit I may not have enough thumbs to express my feelings. I'll use my toes as well, kay?
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