Re: Feral Fill Part 1.3
anonymous
January 14 2013, 04:12:05 UTC
In the end there was really no other choice save surrender, or so Shepard told herself repeatedly during the grueling hike back to the Blue Sun encampment; she could see in Garrus’ eyes the knowledge of what this must cost her, the memories it would evoke. If she had asked it he would have fought them to his last breath and never uttered a word approach even as he lay dying. That was part of why she couldn’t bring herself to give that order; there was every chance that if they could just hold out long enough for the weather to clear the Normandy would send reinforcements and wipe these bastards off the face of the map- no point in some heroic last stand when rescue was still a very real possibility.
Shepard squirmed, trying to make herself more comfortable in her makeshift sling and sucked in a breath at the bolt of pain that shot up her leg to radiate throughout her entire body. It wasn’t any sense of common decency that had convinced them to construct even this crappy sling but rather simple common sense; after the second time she had nearly fainted from applying too much weight to the damaged limb they had stopped long enough to fashion it from any materials that came readily to hand. Night was coming and there were more things far more frightening than a few desperate mercenaries.
Garrus growled as one of the mercs prodded him along to a trot with the barrel of his shotgun, “Touch me with that thing again and I’ll shove it down your throat first chance I get.”
“And when’s that gonna be?” The batarian sneered, gesturing to the restraints at his wrists, “You’ll have to get out of those first.”
“Give me time.” Garrus rumbled.
Shepard couldn’t help a tiny smile; maker help them all when Garrus got loose, he wasn’t the most forgiving creature by nature and that look in his eyes screamed danger. She saw that Garrus relaxed slightly when he saw her amusement and tipped a reassuring wink; they would get out of this together. She jerked and snapped her teeth as the human ahead of her jolted her leg with a casual cruelty, stars exploded before her eyes and she leaned back, fists clenching in the dirty fabric.
“Still think you’re clever? There won’t be much to smile about where we’re going.”
Normally she would have responded with a pithy observation on his shining countenance and speculation about what could have put it there and what he could do with it, but it was all she could do just to sit up straight; despite her best efforts, an embarrassing grunt of pain escaped her as she once again had to correct her position in order to balance.
Garrus released a snarl the likes of which she didn’t think she had ever heard come from his mouth, something purely primitive and with such an apparent threat in the tone that her mouth went dry and the hair on her neck prickled. She shook her head as the dizzy spell passed, but her stomach still felt decidedly nauseous; how much farther would it be?
“We’re home!” The human ahead of her called out with a mocking joy. Shepard leaned forward for a better view and winced unconsciously, her thoughts of an easy rescue mission evaporating like water on the hot rocks.
Shepard squirmed, trying to make herself more comfortable in her makeshift sling and sucked in a breath at the bolt of pain that shot up her leg to radiate throughout her entire body. It wasn’t any sense of common decency that had convinced them to construct even this crappy sling but rather simple common sense; after the second time she had nearly fainted from applying too much weight to the damaged limb they had stopped long enough to fashion it from any materials that came readily to hand. Night was coming and there were more things far more frightening than a few desperate mercenaries.
Garrus growled as one of the mercs prodded him along to a trot with the barrel of his shotgun, “Touch me with that thing again and I’ll shove it down your throat first chance I get.”
“And when’s that gonna be?” The batarian sneered, gesturing to the restraints at his wrists, “You’ll have to get out of those first.”
“Give me time.” Garrus rumbled.
Shepard couldn’t help a tiny smile; maker help them all when Garrus got loose, he wasn’t the most forgiving creature by nature and that look in his eyes screamed danger. She saw that Garrus relaxed slightly when he saw her amusement and tipped a reassuring wink; they would get out of this together. She jerked and snapped her teeth as the human ahead of her jolted her leg with a casual cruelty, stars exploded before her eyes and she leaned back, fists clenching in the dirty fabric.
“Still think you’re clever? There won’t be much to smile about where we’re going.”
Normally she would have responded with a pithy observation on his shining countenance and speculation about what could have put it there and what he could do with it, but it was all she could do just to sit up straight; despite her best efforts, an embarrassing grunt of pain escaped her as she once again had to correct her position in order to balance.
Garrus released a snarl the likes of which she didn’t think she had ever heard come from his mouth, something purely primitive and with such an apparent threat in the tone that her mouth went dry and the hair on her neck prickled. She shook her head as the dizzy spell passed, but her stomach still felt decidedly nauseous; how much farther would it be?
“We’re home!” The human ahead of her called out with a mocking joy. Shepard leaned forward for a better view and winced unconsciously, her thoughts of an easy rescue mission evaporating like water on the hot rocks.
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