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jedibuttercupPG-15; B:tVS, DOOM. 400 words. (Part of the Handle ID Slayer series).
Buffy bolted for the Ark, not holding back this time around.
Title: One Down, One to Go
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-15
TtH Prompt: #92 - Green
Summary: Buffy bolted for the Ark, not holding back this time around. 400 words.
Spoilers: B:tVS post-"Chosen"; "DOOM" (2005)
Notes: Movieverse. Twelfth in the Handle ID Slayer flashfic sequence.
Buffy's blood went cold at Sarge's statement. She knew what his orders would be as soon as the team followed the monsters through the Ark. There'd be no stopping to check whether the injured had been bitten on the throat, or sparing of unharmed scientists hiding in corners; he'd kill them all without mercy just to be one-hundred percent sure the infection had been eradicated. And he'd get praised for it, too-- that was the way the system worked.
No way she'd let that happen.
Buffy glanced over at Reaper and found him wide-eyed with conflicting emotions; his sister was doubly in danger now, but he was a Marine, legally bound to follow orders. She made a face at him, trying to convey both apology and reassurance, then bolted for the Ark, not holding back this time around. She was through the halls in a flash and diving through the transport bubble before the lack of blood in the Ark chamber had a chance to really register: the rear guard must have gone through just as the Hell-beasts broke in. Something must have kept Mac from lighting off an ST grenade to seal the connection behind them.
She didn't have time to wonder what that something was, however; a blink of an eye later, Buffy crashed into the floor of the Nevada Ark chamber, green with nausea after having been broken down, compressed, and flung millions of miles through the vacuum of space. There was no time to recover, either; the smaller monster was still there, crouched over a console, breaking the active link between the two chambers. Good thing she'd come through when she did-- it would take at least five minutes for the Olduvai Ark to reboot the connection.
She rose to her feet quickly, swinging her weapon to ready, but the thing's reaction-time was nearly as fast as hers. It roared and charged, and only reflex kept her facing the monster and firing as she fell back before its advance. She put several bullets into center mass, trying to slow it down, then braced herself and fired high, between the eyes; it collapsed at her feet just as her back made contact with the wall of the chamber.
"One down, one to go," she muttered, taking a second to catch her breath, then began looking for a trail to follow.
It didn't take long to find one.
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tth100 & twistedshorts)
Buffy bolted for the Ark, not holding back this time around.
Title: One Down, One to Go
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-15
TtH Prompt: #92 - Green
Summary: Buffy bolted for the Ark, not holding back this time around. 400 words.
Spoilers: B:tVS post-"Chosen"; "DOOM" (2005)
Notes: Movieverse. Twelfth in the Handle ID Slayer flashfic sequence.
Buffy's blood went cold at Sarge's statement. She knew what his orders would be as soon as the team followed the monsters through the Ark. There'd be no stopping to check whether the injured had been bitten on the throat, or sparing of unharmed scientists hiding in corners; he'd kill them all without mercy just to be one-hundred percent sure the infection had been eradicated. And he'd get praised for it, too-- that was the way the system worked.
No way she'd let that happen.
Buffy glanced over at Reaper and found him wide-eyed with conflicting emotions; his sister was doubly in danger now, but he was a Marine, legally bound to follow orders. She made a face at him, trying to convey both apology and reassurance, then bolted for the Ark, not holding back this time around. She was through the halls in a flash and diving through the transport bubble before the lack of blood in the Ark chamber had a chance to really register: the rear guard must have gone through just as the Hell-beasts broke in. Something must have kept Mac from lighting off an ST grenade to seal the connection behind them.
She didn't have time to wonder what that something was, however; a blink of an eye later, Buffy crashed into the floor of the Nevada Ark chamber, green with nausea after having been broken down, compressed, and flung millions of miles through the vacuum of space. There was no time to recover, either; the smaller monster was still there, crouched over a console, breaking the active link between the two chambers. Good thing she'd come through when she did-- it would take at least five minutes for the Olduvai Ark to reboot the connection.
She rose to her feet quickly, swinging her weapon to ready, but the thing's reaction-time was nearly as fast as hers. It roared and charged, and only reflex kept her facing the monster and firing as she fell back before its advance. She put several bullets into center mass, trying to slow it down, then braced herself and fired high, between the eyes; it collapsed at her feet just as her back made contact with the wall of the chamber.
"One down, one to go," she muttered, taking a second to catch her breath, then began looking for a trail to follow.
It didn't take long to find one.
-~-
(x-posted to
tth100 & twistedshorts)
