CT-26-1409 | "Echo" (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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revivalproject2021-10-21 08:20 pm
on_repeat) wrote in revivalproject2021-10-21 08:20 pm
Violence Is An Option
WHO: Echo and youuuu
WHERE: Apoca-Temba
WHAT: Good Soldier follows Slaughter.
WHEN: During the Event
WARNINGS: N/A for now unless Violence Happens (To Be Fair I am trucking along and we'll just have to see where things go)
The side of his head throbbed.
Vertigo struck when Echo tried to shake off the shock, each breath loud and ragged within the confines of his helmet, steadying himself in the first few minutes of thick, muted silence.
He blinked, and he found himself amid a war-torn landscape. Foreign. Familiar. Active.
He blinked again, still in Temba, still in the city he and the others had been stationed.
(But was it Temba? Where was he?)
That didn't matter. The mechanical Eye bore down onto him, staring through him. He turned away, trying to concentrate through the noise that filled his ears, trying to ignore the pain that tightened within his chest, spreading like fire in his veins.
He had to find someone. Anyone. He couldn't be the only one in this situation.
That was what he had in mind: the best of intentions, doing whatever he could to figure out what was going on.
His entire being, however, said otherwise.
WHERE: Apoca-Temba
WHAT: Good Soldier follows Slaughter.
WHEN: During the Event
WARNINGS: N/A for now unless Violence Happens (To Be Fair I am trucking along and we'll just have to see where things go)
The side of his head throbbed.
Vertigo struck when Echo tried to shake off the shock, each breath loud and ragged within the confines of his helmet, steadying himself in the first few minutes of thick, muted silence.
He blinked, and he found himself amid a war-torn landscape. Foreign. Familiar. Active.
He blinked again, still in Temba, still in the city he and the others had been stationed.
(But was it Temba? Where was he?)
That didn't matter. The mechanical Eye bore down onto him, staring through him. He turned away, trying to concentrate through the noise that filled his ears, trying to ignore the pain that tightened within his chest, spreading like fire in his veins.
He had to find someone. Anyone. He couldn't be the only one in this situation.
That was what he had in mind: the best of intentions, doing whatever he could to figure out what was going on.
His entire being, however, said otherwise.
no subject
There should have been a face
The wrongness registered, snapping him out of his madness. For a short time, but enough to pause, to think about what just happened.
It left him stranded in the middle of the active battlefield, blaster now at his side, limp in his grasp. And the fight continued without him, like clockwork, like an endless waltz, each strained breath flooding his ears...