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CROSSOVER; WITH A BANG
with a bang;
when he meets the devil, he can say he went down swinging.
(MASS EFFECT/THE SABOTEUR) sean, luc, veronique, skylar - pg-13 (language!)
The thing's gigantic, taller than the fucking Eiffel Tower, and it makes Sean dizzy just to look at it. It screeches long and loud, ringing over the city, answered by the wails of its ground troops roaming the streets, and as he stands (huddles) with his little group, Skylar pressed against his back and Veronique clinging to Luc's arms and, in a rare moment, his fingers laced with Luc's watching everything happen, shuttles shot out of the sky and people overwhelmed on the ground -
in that moment, Sean Devlin feels helpless, tiny. He's made painfully aware of just how little he and his life matter in the grand scale of everything, on Earth, in the fucking universe. He stares at what could easily be the end of him and he's terrified, jaw clenched so tight he can hear his teeth creaking under the strain, trying not to shake.
"What are we going to do?" He almost doesn't hear Veronique, her voice strangely soft, filled with fear. No one answers - no one knows. They've seen so many shuttles reduced to scrap that they've lost confidence in air evacuation, seen so many people overrun to know escape on the ground is impossible. No one knows, not even Luc has an answer like he always seems to.
Still, the question is enough. The question is enough to make Sean look at the pale faces of the people around him, it's enough to get the fear draining out of his system, exchanged for searing anger, so hot it almost physically hurts. Sean's life has always been about fighting, bar fights and street fights and verbal fights with humans and aliens alike, chaos and violence and like hell if these he's going to go out with a fucking whimper. Not like this. He's not going to hole up somewhere and hope he isn't found, waiting for the last hour to come to him. He's going to meet Death on his own terms and he's going to tell him kiss my arse.
He lets go of Luc's hand, moves away from Skylar. He can feel the eyes on his back as he moves, picks up his shotgun with an enraged defiance he has no reason to feel in the face of all this but does. He's never cared about what he should do, what he should feel, what he should believe. Sean Devlin's never given a flying fuck about should. He does whatever he wants and damn the consequences.
He turns to them, to Luc, to Veronique, to Skylar. His voice doesn't shake when he answers.
"The fuck else? We fight."
When the screams ring out over the city again, Sean Devlin feels no fear. He moves down the steps and into the street to meet them on his own terms.
when he meets the devil, he can say he went down swinging.
(MASS EFFECT/THE SABOTEUR) sean, luc, veronique, skylar - pg-13 (language!)
The thing's gigantic, taller than the fucking Eiffel Tower, and it makes Sean dizzy just to look at it. It screeches long and loud, ringing over the city, answered by the wails of its ground troops roaming the streets, and as he stands (huddles) with his little group, Skylar pressed against his back and Veronique clinging to Luc's arms and, in a rare moment, his fingers laced with Luc's watching everything happen, shuttles shot out of the sky and people overwhelmed on the ground -
in that moment, Sean Devlin feels helpless, tiny. He's made painfully aware of just how little he and his life matter in the grand scale of everything, on Earth, in the fucking universe. He stares at what could easily be the end of him and he's terrified, jaw clenched so tight he can hear his teeth creaking under the strain, trying not to shake.
"What are we going to do?" He almost doesn't hear Veronique, her voice strangely soft, filled with fear. No one answers - no one knows. They've seen so many shuttles reduced to scrap that they've lost confidence in air evacuation, seen so many people overrun to know escape on the ground is impossible. No one knows, not even Luc has an answer like he always seems to.
Still, the question is enough. The question is enough to make Sean look at the pale faces of the people around him, it's enough to get the fear draining out of his system, exchanged for searing anger, so hot it almost physically hurts. Sean's life has always been about fighting, bar fights and street fights and verbal fights with humans and aliens alike, chaos and violence and like hell if these he's going to go out with a fucking whimper. Not like this. He's not going to hole up somewhere and hope he isn't found, waiting for the last hour to come to him. He's going to meet Death on his own terms and he's going to tell him kiss my arse.
He lets go of Luc's hand, moves away from Skylar. He can feel the eyes on his back as he moves, picks up his shotgun with an enraged defiance he has no reason to feel in the face of all this but does. He's never cared about what he should do, what he should feel, what he should believe. Sean Devlin's never given a flying fuck about should. He does whatever he wants and damn the consequences.
He turns to them, to Luc, to Veronique, to Skylar. His voice doesn't shake when he answers.
"The fuck else? We fight."
When the screams ring out over the city again, Sean Devlin feels no fear. He moves down the steps and into the street to meet them on his own terms.