wyatt wentworth 🚀 malcolm reynolds (spacebrigand) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2019-10-15 22:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, * jach, c: wyatt wentworth |
WHO: Wyatt Wentworth → Malcolm Reynolds
WHERE: Serenity Valley
WHEN: May 2511
WHAT: Wyatt officially meets Our Captain Reynolds.
RATING: Medium.
STATUS: narrative; complete.
Wyatt tossed and turned a little as he tried to get himself comfortable in bed. The house always felt too quiet when he was here alone. His bed was just a little too big without Kylie nodding off while they watched just one more episode of My Little Pony while snuggling in his room. Add in an extremely full mind, and it was no wonder Wyatt was having trouble getting to sleep. His alarm was set to go off in five hours, and he couldn’t get his mind off of Maia. He was worried about her. What this trip to Florida to meet her birth mother might mean for her. For Kylie. Whatever came, he knew without a doubt he’d be there for her, but he hated the thought of anything hurting her. With all his worry over Maia getting hurt, Wyatt’s subconscious pulled an especially cruel trick when he finally did drift off to sleep. He began to dream of fighting with her. Of him causing her that hurt and pain. Two of the most stubborn, hard-headed individuals shouting at each other across an impossible divide. Some of the words and emotions were ripped directly from his memories, while others were new and fresh tortures. The shouting grew louder, and the dream grew darker. Wyatt squinted to see and struggled to make sense of the noises he was hearing. Was that..gunfire? And fire? As the dream shifted and changed around him in the seamless ways that dreams often do, Wyatt found that he was no longer Wyatt Wentworth. Sargeant Malcolm Reynolds - that’s who he was. With a brown coat and a deep, very deep, dislike of the Alliance and their Unification War. He and a group of soldiers were crouched low in Serenity Valley waiting on air support to come and save their gorram asses. A nearby explosion brought debris tumbling down around them. Mal turned to look at the frightened and despairing expressions around him. It knotted his stomach to seem them like this, already looking defeated when the war still raged on around them. “The Alliance said they were going to waltz through Serenity Valley. And we choked ‘em with those words.We’ve done the impossible, and that makes us mighty. Just a little while longer, our angels are going to soar overhead raining fire on those arrogant cods, so you hold. YOU HOLD! GO!” With Zoe at his back, Mal took a moment to retrieve the cross necklace he kept tucked beneath his shirt. He pressed it to his lips and sent up a prayer before he and his gun ran back out into the fray. Bodies dropped around him, many by his own hand, and explosions went off all around him. With the help of a large machine gun, Mal brought down an entire ship. Of course it was a dire situation, but Mal knew that their support would be there soon. They just had to hold out a little longer. Bendis sat frozen, his back up against some rocks. “We’re gonna die.” “We’re not gonna die. We can’t die, Bendis, and you know why? Because we are so..very...pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die. Huh!” He grabbed the young cadet by the chin. “Look at that chiseled jaw! Come on!” In that moment between them, Mal began to hear the sound of their air support incoming. He smiled. “You won’t listen to me, listen to that. Our angels. Comin’ to blow the Alliance to the Hot Place. Zoe! Tell the 82nd to-” “They’re not coming.” Silence. “It’s too hot. They’re pulling out. We’re to lay down arms.” Mal looked around himself in a daze. This...wasn’t how it was supposed to end. He had a cause. He had God. He believed. How could things just end this way? He stood up and looked out over Serenity Valley, watching as the air support left them behind to surrender. A shot rang out and right next to him, Bendis took a bullet to the chest and collapsed next to him, dead. The Valley lit up in fire and explosions as Sargeant Malcolm Reynolds looked on helplessly. |