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runmakitarunThe fight in the park drops the squad below half strength. A few weeks ago there were thirteen teenagers and a pair of twelve year olds with birthdays approaching ready to defend their people. Six of them are still alive.
The Elders have disbanded the unit. Timosha, unable to run with his limp, has been ordered to the rear to handle communications. Klara, Boris, Nina, and the machine gun are transferred over to Mishka's squad, bringing them up to a respectably understrength dozen. Dushka is now on one of the heavy Krawl-busting gun crews, for which Makita is grateful: his life expectancy is now measured in months rather than weeks.
Makita herself is now assigned to the Elders' recon forces. She operates alone, wandering the city looking for new Red gates and camps, being sent in to flank pinned down squads, called on to reinforce units under fire.
Being relatively independent, Makita manages to make more time to see Proto. It is a reminder that even amidst all the death of the war life is still worth living, worth fighting for. They walk the streets of Bahamut talking of the future they both dream of. Sometimes she sits and listens as he talks of all those he's lost. Sometimes he holds her when she can't keep the tears back. They talk, they laugh, they cry, they love, but there is never enough time. They both have a war to fight and they swirl together when they can and then apart again like two leaves rushing down a river.
The Elders have disbanded the unit. Timosha, unable to run with his limp, has been ordered to the rear to handle communications. Klara, Boris, Nina, and the machine gun are transferred over to Mishka's squad, bringing them up to a respectably understrength dozen. Dushka is now on one of the heavy Krawl-busting gun crews, for which Makita is grateful: his life expectancy is now measured in months rather than weeks.
Makita herself is now assigned to the Elders' recon forces. She operates alone, wandering the city looking for new Red gates and camps, being sent in to flank pinned down squads, called on to reinforce units under fire.
Being relatively independent, Makita manages to make more time to see Proto. It is a reminder that even amidst all the death of the war life is still worth living, worth fighting for. They walk the streets of Bahamut talking of the future they both dream of. Sometimes she sits and listens as he talks of all those he's lost. Sometimes he holds her when she can't keep the tears back. They talk, they laugh, they cry, they love, but there is never enough time. They both have a war to fight and they swirl together when they can and then apart again like two leaves rushing down a river.
