Faiza has a big sword (dr_fangirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-03-24 14:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !trigger warning, clarice ferguson (blink), commander tyra shepard, faiza hussain (excalibur) |
move this if you can, quickly
Who: Faiza, Clarice, Shepard
What: Cerberus strikes
When: March 24th
Where: A mall
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13 for acts of terrorism
Triggers: Terrorism, bombings, lightly glossed over injuries and violence, player character death
Faiza heard the news from Shepard, and the decision was pretty obvious to her. She grabbed her bag and rang up Clarice.
"Yeah, I saw the news, I'm on my way to get you right now," the pink woman said. By now she knew Faiza's number by heart, and this at least was something she was more than willing to be a taxi for. Maybe she could help in other ways too.
She popped out to the ranch.
"I'm coming too." Shepard appeared from around a corner. She nodded at Clarice. "Ready when you are."
"Just one second, ducks." Faiza opened a cabinet and filled her bag with some more medical supplies, then checked to make sure she had her ID. "Okay. Lets go."
The scene reminded Faiza of several she'd seen, mostly in her dreams. The shopping center was heavily damaged, glass and debris spreading out in a radius for several hundred yards. With her powers, she could feel the life force around her and immediately ran for the weakest. From what she could tell the blast hit the front of the building. The most seriously hurt were nearby.
Other rescue workers were just arriving, and Clarice started to port debris away so that they could get at some of the people who were trapped. She ran over to help Faiza with a heavy piece of steel and cement. "Is there someone under there?"
"Yes, move this if you can, quickly. I think I can save them." Faiza cracked her knuckles as the cement disappeared into a flash of pink light. There were three people underneath. She stabilized them, knitting the worst of the damage before having Clarice port them to safety.
They followed that pattern for several minutes, digging out survivors, Faiza stabilizing them, and Clarice porting them to the hospital. The doctor didn’t have time to do more than immediate lifesaving care - there were too many injured. Stop bleeding, repair organ damage, move on.
Clarice heard the shrill whine first. Something moving fast towards them. She twisted her body, flinging javelins of energy at it on instinct. Most missed, but the last hit a tailfin and sent it spinning into the ground, falling short of the gathered rescue personnel that the missile had been flying towards.
Faiza’s instincts kicked in next, repairing the damage to Shepard in the same instant that shrapnel shredded through her, reversing burns across Clarice’s left side, piecing together bodies that were blown apart before they had a chance to register that they were dead.
Thirty people stood, uninjured. One woman crumpled to the ground. Faiza curled into a ball, pressing her hands against her chest. But she saw a boy in the wreckage from the first blast. Felt the beat of his heart slow and stop.
One breath to save herself or one breath to save the boy. Faiza made the only choice she was capable of.