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"Whatever," Rory grumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes. She shifted and grimaced, biting hard at the inside of her cheek to mask another whine. "Can you help me up?"
"Sure," he shrugged and stood from beside her bed. Draping her arm over his shoulder, Dexter helped her sit up and when done, he sat on her bed. "War's practically over."
Insp
Sir, we got an audience.
Kane + The Flower Crown
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marcus kane + gun training
"Oh, goody." Rory rolled her eyes, huffing. "A bunch of adults who tell me what to do and/or treat me like I’m five. It ain’t a family and kids, so." In her own mind, she could afford to be a little more reckless because she had nothing to lose. But saying that aloud likely wasn’t the best idea, especially considering her company and considering her promotion.
Rory nodded, seemingly satisfied with the information she was given.”..Thanks. I guess.”
"They only do so because they care. More than you know." He hoped, at least. No-- no, he knew. Coin was hell bent on keeping Rory from becoming a commander because she cared. He could tell from the glint in her eye. He saw it in Angela when she was alive.
"Of course."
"Yeah, well." Rory offered a shrug, expression shifting to a grimace at the motion. "Part of why I did it, actually. Ain’t like I have anything to go back to."
She looked around, slowly trying to get her bearings. She wasn’t even sure how long it’d been, but she almost didn’t even want to ask. “What all happened? I don’t remember much after…y’know.”
"You have.. your friends. President Coin, Boggs. And...." Dexter trailed off, pursing his lips. He didn't really have anything to go back to either. Maybe that's why they connected. He ended up straightening in his chair and clearing his throat before he talked again. "Aaand you have me."
"You threw yourself in front of Lane and Dale and caught a few bullets before I put some holes in a few heads. Naturally, you passed out and I carried you back to the base. You wouldn't believe the things they can do on a hovercraft to keep you alive, now."
Rory slowly push herself up to sit, biting hard at the inside of her cheek in the struggle to keep her expression neutral. She hesitated for a long moment before exhaling, shaking her head. “Been through worse,” she grumbled, even if at the moment it didn’t feel like it. “You weren’t there when I got shish-kabob’d. That was gnarly.” She shivered at the memory, but her expression soon turned dark. “Yeah, well, they don’t fuckin’ deserve to be. Idiots stuck their necks out and got us rained on.”
"Mm, yes, fortunately so."
He shrugged at the comment. He agreed with her on it to an extent. However, he believed only those who served the Capitol deserved to die. "Well... Still. You saved them, and I'm sure their families are extremely grateful to you."
Rory looked over at the unexpected voice, and couldn’t help the grimace that overtook her features. She finished laying down, flopping the rest of the way and immediately regretting it as her back hit the mattress. The whine of pain escaped her before she could stop it, followed by rapid-fire “fuckshitcrap” over and over under her breath.
“I…fuck." It was the only word coming to mind, the only thing that accurately described how she was feeling. She finally offered a nod. "I don’t…think that even covers it."
He chuckled and shrugged, taking a seat next to her bed. "That's the price you pay for throwing yourself in front of gunfire to save some of your soldiers. Which, I might add, are still alive."
"No, get down!" The explosion was still somehow ringing in her ears, still so loud and enough to wake her from whatever medically-induced sleep she was in. The sitting up was abrupt and far too quick, pain racking through her abdomen and chest as she pulled and stretched still too-new stitches, head throbbing at the too-quick movements. Aurora could hardly catch her breath, the nightmare still lingering along with the dizzying pain. She was drenched in sweat, felt like she’d been swimming, and she swore rapidly as she struggled to calm herself down. It seemed being commander wasn’t without its cons, which she somehow hadn’t seen when she’d been promoted. She’d been distracted by the uniform and title, by the power and everything else. She somehow didn’t think of the responsibility, of how it was her job to lead and make sure that things went right. That if someone were to get hurt, it was her responsibility to protect them, and if possible, prevent it. Even if that meant throwing herself into the crossfire. She hadn’t even thought about it, and in hindsight it was strange how things had come full circle. From wounded rookie soldier being far too reckless, to being protected by her commanding officer, to now being the one doing the protecting. It felt so strange (and technically was, considering her age, but being a commander at fifteen came with its risks), and yet she was less focused on herself. After the explosion and raining gunfire things had gone black for a while, and she still didn’t know how her soldiers had fared. She was still shaking as she slowly laid herself back down, fingers searching for a call button. Begging for drugs sounded like the best idea - morphling would be ideal, but she’d just settle for going back to sleep. With the drugs things were black, the nightmares wouldn’t come, and that was better than nothing.
They could finally say that all the districts were liberated, free from Capitol fingers. The only thing they needed to do was take out the remaining forces in the Capitol and the damned war was over. However, first they needed to tend to their wounded.
"Knock knock," said Dexter, who had dragged her back to their base in District One. Normally, he wouldn't have been right on the front lines, but he certainly wasn't about to let Rory out of his sight. Not when he was the one responsible for giving her the title of Commander.
"Feel like shit?"
Well, they can kiss my ass. I’m thrilled.
That being said, you should start acting like a commander now, Rory.
Do Coin and Boggs know yet?
Oh, they know. And they're not happy.
If it isn't our newest commander.
District 5, here we come.
Yes but I’m not sending children to their deaths. I’m trying to prevent you from sending a fifteen year old into war as a commanding officer. She is a child.
Don’t say with all due respect if you don’t plan on giving me any respect. Her father may have put her into the war, but I don’t have to stand by and let you use her because you think it’s a good idea. No. The answer is no. Boggs’ answer is no. And until she is eighteen we have the right to say no and I am doing it. No.
No? Then why start training them to become soldiers at such early ages? Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. He heaves a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. She's not a child anymore and you know this.
I'm giving you as much respect as I give anyone else. Then he huffed and folded his arms across his chest. She might have been dead set on not letting him promote Aurora to a commander, but he was dead set on doing it. You let the rest of those kids go. Ready soldiers fighting for the cause. You never said a word about them.
I do as her legal guardian. And as president I have veto over any decision I deem inappropriate. She’s a child. A child. No.
You can ma’am me all you want, Commander Eld. I’ve said no and for the time being, Commander Boggs would say no. We’re her guardians, you aren’t.
So did Coriolanus Snow. So does Savera Greenlaw.
With all due respect, ma'am, you really don't have that power. You might have the power to declare war, but you certainly don't have the power over this. And he might be, but his decision is just one of many.
I’m her guardian and I say no. End of story.
And the president, in which you have no say over who becomes a commander and who doesn't. Bit of a pickle you're in, aren't you? All I have to do is bring my recommendation to Alistair, and if he says she's a go, then she's a go.
Ma'am, I'll be watching her the whole time. And besides, we'll never really know if we don't try.
