Challenge Fic
Fandom: Discworld
Claim: Monstrous Regiment
Characters: Mal/Polly, OCs
Prompt: 9 Secrets
Rating: T
Word Count: 250
Title:
Words Lie Between Us
The morning sky is streaked with red, as the officers file into the tent.
Soldiers take warning. Polly squares her shoulders.
“I think we all know this won’t be pretty,” she begins.
There are nods, then, bleak and grim. With only a hundred men, they’re vastly outnumbered.
“Landry, take your squad around to the right flank,” Polly orders. “Tessl, you hit the left. Don’t let them get around us.”
The officers nod, stonily.
“Witz, Takker, you’ll be up front with me, and I want everything you’ve got. Throw rocks if necessary. Mal?” she taps the map before her, the X marked in red, and meets Mal’s eyes. “You know what you’re doing. Get your team out damn fast, ‘cause we’ll need you down below-”
“Sir…?”
Polly raises an eyebrow.
“My squad’s more likely to succeed if we’re fewer. You need the men. Take some of mine.”
Polly looks at Mal.
You shouldn’t be protecting me, she thinks, ruefully. But they need more men than they have. Even half a dozen is something.
“Take Svitz’s cell,” she answers, finally. “That’ll give you four. Send the rest over to Landry.”
Mal nods.
“You have your orders,” Polly finishes. “May we live to see the sunset.”
The officers file out once more.
At the tent flap, Mal looks back, the words they can’t say out loud hover in the air between them.
“See you on the other side,” Mal murmurs.
“Which ever side that is.”
Another grim nod, and then she’s gone.
Comments? Pretty please? :-)
Claim: Monstrous Regiment
Characters: Mal/Polly, OCs
Prompt: 9 Secrets
Rating: T
Word Count: 250
Title:
Words Lie Between Us
The morning sky is streaked with red, as the officers file into the tent.
Soldiers take warning. Polly squares her shoulders.
“I think we all know this won’t be pretty,” she begins.
There are nods, then, bleak and grim. With only a hundred men, they’re vastly outnumbered.
“Landry, take your squad around to the right flank,” Polly orders. “Tessl, you hit the left. Don’t let them get around us.”
The officers nod, stonily.
“Witz, Takker, you’ll be up front with me, and I want everything you’ve got. Throw rocks if necessary. Mal?” she taps the map before her, the X marked in red, and meets Mal’s eyes. “You know what you’re doing. Get your team out damn fast, ‘cause we’ll need you down below-”
“Sir…?”
Polly raises an eyebrow.
“My squad’s more likely to succeed if we’re fewer. You need the men. Take some of mine.”
Polly looks at Mal.
You shouldn’t be protecting me, she thinks, ruefully. But they need more men than they have. Even half a dozen is something.
“Take Svitz’s cell,” she answers, finally. “That’ll give you four. Send the rest over to Landry.”
Mal nods.
“You have your orders,” Polly finishes. “May we live to see the sunset.”
The officers file out once more.
At the tent flap, Mal looks back, the words they can’t say out loud hover in the air between them.
“See you on the other side,” Mal murmurs.
“Which ever side that is.”
Another grim nod, and then she’s gone.
Comments? Pretty please? :-)