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feredarStory: Tinderbox
Year: 987 FY
Characters: Dallu, Taz Hantree, Princess Mera, Mel Artwick
Warnings: Pre-story major character death, heavy survivor's guilt
Notes: This takes place in the Incest AU
Dallu waited on the Glory while Taz and some of the others collected the people gathered at the last checkpoint, maintaining what cloud cover he could to make discovery less likely and ready to get them out as fast as possible once they were safe on board.
But there was something decidedly odd going on this time. He squinted a little, trying to see clearer—three people waiting, but only one joined Taz, along with a third person who--
Who hadn't been waiting.
Who was clearly wrapped in some kind of shroud.
What in all the hells is going on?
Just like that, in an eyeblink, this whole operation got worlds more complicated.
Taz directed a few of her sailors to handle transporting the body back to the Glory, then joined the living refugee. "I'm sorry 'bout your friend."
He didn't answer.
"We need to get goin'. Dallu can’t hold this fog for long, not and get us movin' quick."
He nodded a little.
This is gonna get messy, Taz thought. But change is gonna start happenin' for real now.
That might mean something eventually, but right now knowing that didn't make watching him watch his dead friend any easier.
Mera was slightly breathless—to be trusted with a mission of such importance...
Then again, this message needed to come through her, if the right outside force was to be applied, without complete destruction. And she could be spared, her mother could cover for her absence, and... well.
Her presence had two real purposes. She could slip some extra cash and logistical support to the underground operatives.
And she could make it known that not all of the family thought like Grandfather and Uncle Kellom.
We need change. But we need to survive it. And I can make that happen.
The Captain was telling him something--probably that they needed to get moving before they got caught. He just nodded and stood up, without trying for specifics.
The secret agent princess had letters, and assurances, and so many apologies, but...
But nothing that could turn back time and undo the disaster that attempt had turned out to be. Nothing that could bring him back.
Numbly, Mel watched them carry Isshiri's body onto the ship.
I'm sorry I couldn't save you.
Year: 987 FY
Characters: Dallu, Taz Hantree, Princess Mera, Mel Artwick
Warnings: Pre-story major character death, heavy survivor's guilt
Notes: This takes place in the Incest AU
Dallu waited on the Glory while Taz and some of the others collected the people gathered at the last checkpoint, maintaining what cloud cover he could to make discovery less likely and ready to get them out as fast as possible once they were safe on board.
But there was something decidedly odd going on this time. He squinted a little, trying to see clearer—three people waiting, but only one joined Taz, along with a third person who--
Who hadn't been waiting.
Who was clearly wrapped in some kind of shroud.
What in all the hells is going on?
Just like that, in an eyeblink, this whole operation got worlds more complicated.
Taz directed a few of her sailors to handle transporting the body back to the Glory, then joined the living refugee. "I'm sorry 'bout your friend."
He didn't answer.
"We need to get goin'. Dallu can’t hold this fog for long, not and get us movin' quick."
He nodded a little.
This is gonna get messy, Taz thought. But change is gonna start happenin' for real now.
That might mean something eventually, but right now knowing that didn't make watching him watch his dead friend any easier.
Mera was slightly breathless—to be trusted with a mission of such importance...
Then again, this message needed to come through her, if the right outside force was to be applied, without complete destruction. And she could be spared, her mother could cover for her absence, and... well.
Her presence had two real purposes. She could slip some extra cash and logistical support to the underground operatives.
And she could make it known that not all of the family thought like Grandfather and Uncle Kellom.
We need change. But we need to survive it. And I can make that happen.
The Captain was telling him something--probably that they needed to get moving before they got caught. He just nodded and stood up, without trying for specifics.
The secret agent princess had letters, and assurances, and so many apologies, but...
But nothing that could turn back time and undo the disaster that attempt had turned out to be. Nothing that could bring him back.
Numbly, Mel watched them carry Isshiri's body onto the ship.
I'm sorry I couldn't save you.