Apex Legends OC Drabble
I’ve been really into Apex Legends and Sea Of Thieves at the moment, so here’s the drabble of my OC legend, RIOT, mourning the loss of her friend.
Content Warning: Suicide Mentioned, Police Brutality Mentioned, Riots Mentioned (16+), Some what spoilers for the new map?? (If they ever fucking release it god damn bring me Olympus, but not really spoilers because Cape Horn isn’t actually in Olympus nor are beaches I don’t think)
In which a team of three Apex Recruits (bending the rules somewhat) lead riots against inequality for the poorer states of Olympus. Events happening now are around Taylor, one of the leaders who ‘died by his own hand’.
(Song that is included- Santiana by The Longest Johns )
I stood there face on show for the first time but for the reason of respect, gas mask resting against my feet as my fingers were wrapped around each wrists behind my back. My feet were shoulders width apart and my eyes burnt holes into the MRVN police units that stood in a line before us.
'Us' being the flocks and swarms of people who had joined me and knew the man we once called Taylor, the once vacant streets behind me flooded with crowds and crowds of individuals of all ages, races, types and . The riots had been what killed him. The police brutally battered him until he was a mess of black and blue limbs- barely recognisable, yet clearly him because of the bright red tattoo that had the Apex games logo on his neck. He died to suicide to prevent any questioning in custody, an arrangement the riot leaders agreed upon. Murmurs and quiet whispers from the crowds that gathered on the side streets of Olympus joined the wind in it's journey. Every single body who stood behind me in the same stance had previously been in the riots, the war driven protests which caused flames to rage on to the underbelly of Olympus's poorest parts. "Riot?" My friend besides me turned their head upwards to look at me, my red hoodie standing out amongst the dark sky and gloomy mood of the crowd to signify glory. "You ready?" The question was answered with a nod of my head, fingers tightening as I parted my lips and breathed out the words that showed the loss of our closest friend. "Oh! Santiana gained a day Away Santiana! "Napoleon of the West", they say Along the plains of Mexico," This had been practiced over so many hours since his death, and the unanimous cry of others belonged with the voice of mine too. Children, the elderly, robots, half beasts, criminals and the rich who had all united to join our cries for equality amongst those who took granted of the poorer of us, me included. "Well, heave 'er up and away we'll go, Away Santiana! Heave 'er up and away we'll go, Along the plains of Mexico!" Not everyone had joined in, yet the chorus was incredibly easy to learn and so I expected nearly everyone to join in. Camera drones darted around the masses to capture what was happening in the streets of the planet we used to call home, now it was just a desolate place for the rich and wealthy. On the other half of the planet where the rich flocked and flourished The Apex Legends had only just landed on the planet, when they saw what was being broadcasted across all the TVs and wide screens. Bangalores eyebrows furrowed as the camera zoned in on a woman, red hoodie clear as day and gas mask pressed against the toes of her shoes. "She's a fast clipper ship and a bully good crew Away Santiana! And an old salty yank for a captain too Along the plains of Mexico Well, heave 'er up and away we'll go, Away Santiana! Heave 'er up and away we'll go along the plains of Mexico," The woman kept on singing, her eyes dead ahead at the updated MRVN bodies that took a single step every time she opened her mouth to sing, but the unanimous cries of the people behind her created an almost wave of emotions to crash through the TV despite the Legends not being even close. "What's happening?" Mirage asked, eyes squinting to Octane- who wasn't as hyper as he normally was. "There have been riots in the poorer ends of Olympus for a few months now and one of the riot leaders known as Taylor, an Apex recruit who frequently won along with Riot who's singing," He pointed out, and Anitas eyes followed his finger to the woman who stood upon the wooden pedestal. "And Wyvern," Everyone looked to the bald person besides them, black clothes only standing out with the golden jewellery they wore- "Was beaten by police officers when they caught him. Died from suicide apparently amigos," He breathed out. "Santiana fought for gold Away Santiana! Around Cape Horn through the ice and snow Along the plains of Mexico Well, heave 'er up and away we'll go Away Santiana! Heave 'er up and away we'll go Along the plains of Mexico," The chorus repeated and this time more than just a few crowds of people joined in, nearly everybody seemed to sing in unison. My body shook with emotion as the thought of my closest friend being in agony before his inevitable suicide. "T'was on the field of Molly-Del-Ray Away Santiana! Well both his legs got blown away Along the plains of Mexico. Well, heave 'er up and away we'll go Away Santiana! Heave 'er up and away we'll go Along the plains of Mexico," The emotion I was pouring into the Shanty shouldn't have been as visible on my features, but my eyebrows had furrowed in guilt and a pleading sadness. My nails dug into my wrists, causing a small line of blood to fall and drip just behind my mask. "It was a fierce and bitter strife Away Santiana! The General Taylor took his life Along the plains of Mexico- Well, heave 'er up and away we'll go Away Santiana! Heave 'er up and away we'll go Along the plains of Mexico," The Shanty had been written back when Taylor was just a lad, his parents flying in from another planet that had been flooded with water causing a pirates life for them for years. The rocking of the hull and small island adventures had been Taylors childhood, and this his favourite Shanty to sing amongst others like Wellerman, Spanish Ladies, Drunken Sailor and Randy Dandy-O. It held such a special place in the hearts of those who knew him as it was heard throughout his apartment on drunken nights being lazily thrown together. "Santiana, now we mourn Away Santiana! We left him buried off Cape Horn Along the plains of Meeeexiiiicooooo," I hummed the last part, eyes closing to let the moment sink in and allow for those amongst the crowd to breathe out their last goodbyes to the General Taylor, to their leader... To a friend. The burial had been the final hurrah for the few who attended, such as me and Wyvern. His body being buried on a gorgeous beach in Olympus called Cape Horn which was 'The closest place to home' in his own words.