Sep 5, 2018
Mycorrhizae
Prax is reminded that people, like plants, do best with a good partner.
Set between 0306 and 0307. Spoilers through Caliban's War and 0307.
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Mycorrhizae
Prax is reminded that people, like plants, do best with a good partner.
Set between 0306 and 0307. Spoilers through Caliban's War and 0307.
Read on Ao3
“Flashback” foooor Jabari!
Jabari hadn’t said anything about his misgivings, but when it came to his twin brother, he never needed to. +You do not need to worry so much,+ Zuberi sent as he watched his twin pace restlessly around their shared bedroom; communicating telepathically between each other came as naturally as breathing. +Everything will be fine.+
+But what if they do not accept me?+ Jabari paused in his pacing to gesture at himself, then at his twin. +I’m half the size you are - I’m not anywhere near as strong or tough, what if the Legion judges me too weak to join them?+
+They won’t,+ Zuberi replied confidently, folding his arms behind his head as he settled more comfortably into his bed.
Jabari raised an eyebrow at his twin. +Since when have you had precognition?+
+Since never,+ Zuberi shot back. +But I know they won’t reject you, because if they do, I won’t join them either. Simple.+
Jabari blinked and stared at his brother incredulously, but he could tell that Zuberi was being completely sincere. +What are you-- you can’t turn down the Legion! Being chosen to become an Astartes is the highest honour - you can’t just refuse it!+
+If they try to separate us, I can and I will,+ Zuberi stated with calm confidence. +I won’t let anyone part us - they either take both of us, or neither.+ He stretched and let out a cavernous yawn, then looked back to Jabari. +Now stop worrying and go to bed. It’s late and we have to be up early tomorrow.+
Zuberi’s confidence was reassuring, and Jabari found himself relaxing despite his misgivings. He nodded and climbed into his bunk bed above Zuberi’s, settling down with a sigh. +... Thank you.+
+You’re welcome.+
Flashback
Iris stepped into the tent that held so many troops and had small cots lined up with a small space between for a bag each soldier carried. She counted the rows until she found the fifteenth one where she had been directed. This was hers for the time being.
The tent smelt heavily of sweat and grime, likely because of the march in the heat that some soldiers had recently come back from. The ground was nothing but the hard packed dirt, grass trampled by heavy, armored footsteps. The canvas of the tent was stained by what seemed to be remnants of blood and dirt. Then again her particular group was right up front just bordering no-man’s land. They were right near the heat of battle, and the tents were likely casualties of it.
Looking at the tag she was given, it looked new and shiny, contrasting with other soldier’s tarnished and rust covered tags. Just like any other tag, hers displayed all of her information for identifying herself. No.. It was more than just that. It would identify her corpse if she fell on the battlefield.
IRIS RAE ORTEGASEX: FEMALEAGE: 18FRONT LINES
The weight of her new armor seemed to get heavier. Front lines. Even her father wasn’t placed on front lines. Her mother told her horror stories of what she saw as a medic on the battlefield coming from front lines. Iris was even told not to expect to live through the first battle. Reality being, she was a living shield for the foot soldiers, back line, and generals. But it was the role she was most suited for. Every Noxian citizen had to play their part, and this was hers.
Even so, the news wasn’t easy to her mother. Megara learned Iris was meant for the front lines of battle and her knees nearly gave out. Iris’s father, however, remained stone faced. When told his only child left would likely die in battle, he hardly twitched a muscle at all.
A loud voice snapped her out of her thoughts of her parents.
Iris heard the distant booming voice of General Darius calling for the troops to assemble another march for a perimeter check of all the Noxian forces camps. She quickly tucked her tags away and ran out, metal clashing against other pieces of armor as she followed fellow soldiers.
“From this day forward, I am a soldier.” She thought as she lined up.