oliver queen (savethiscity) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2015-12-29 15:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !locale: satellite station, oliver queen (arrow) |
narrative;
who: Oliver Queen
what: Narrative of his arrival at Satellite Station
when: Just after his arrival
where: Satellite Station
rating: PG-13 - Mentions of violence. SPOILERS for the mid-season finale
It only took an instant. Not even an entire heartbeat. He went from the dark night and the cold, glass and bullet-riddled pavement to bright, artificial light and a cold, steel floor. That wasn't the true shock, though. What truly forced Oliver's hammering heart to stumble was the fact that, on this brightly-lit, steel floor... his arms were empty. He blinked stupidly, blue eyes narrowed against the sudden brightness, and he sat frozen in shock for a handful of seconds. A handful of heartbeats that he didn't have the luxury of wasting. His always precise, always focused mind was scattered, too horrified to really piece together what was going on. The location was different, but Oliver's mind was still back in Star City, on that road, clutching everything that meant anything to him.
"Sir, if you wouldn't mind, could you please-," a tinny, sycophantic voice finally reached his ears and Oliver's vision cleared in time to see a life-sized, metallic robot shuffling toward him. "- this is most confusing I'm sure, but if you'll-" it was yammering away and Oliver blinked heavily.
"Felicity," he mumbled distractedly, trying to wrap his head around it all. Her blood was still on his shirt. On his hands. On the ground where he was no longer able to hold her. His fingertips burned with the memory of her barely-there, barely-beating pulse and Oliver finally found the ability to make his limbs work, quickly and clumsily rising to his feet. He looked around, eyes wide in the newly-fanned flames of panic. He needed to get back to Felicity. He needed to get her the help she needed to survive. And more than that... he needed to put hands on Damien Darhk and rip him apart. Oliver was just steadying himself on his feet when the robot reached out - perhaps to help, but Oliver reacted instinctively, taking hold of the humanoid metal can and shoving it bodily. The droid let out a shrill yelp and toppled with a clunk to the floor.
"Where am I?" Oliver worked frantically to shelve the panic and the shock. He furiously attempted to draw on his training, find the focus he knew he so desperately needed. But his mind was nothing but a cacophony of FelicityFelicityFelicity. He advanced on the droid, who was windmilling pathetically in an attempt to right itself, babbling about etiquette and barbarianism. Oliver yanked the droid up as it simpered, "Where. Am. I?" he bellowed again. All that mattered was getting out of here and getting back to Felicity.