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an attempt at quickie Cally'n'Travis fic
For RSR. (whom, btw, I need to poke for a place to send Ba'al's Cliff Simon's autograph, but I won't be online again until Monday from gmail)
When the dust cleared, Travis was crouched behind a rock. From her perch in a tree no that far away from him, Cally almost approved. He was a bit exposed, but then, he had been throwing a grenade.
Keeping radio silence was a bit annoying, but the Federation were monitoring all channels. And besides, it wouldn't be hard to guess the explosion had been caused by the people chattering to each other two seconds after. She shifted and peered towards the tracking station they'd leveled and allowed herself a slight grin.
They were getting better at conserving supplies but keeping almost the same wallop.
It was just a pity those troopers had almost found the detonators. She glanced down at what was left of them and sighed, the smile slipping away. Now there would be clean-up involved, and more forged identities.
And their little resistance would take a hit in the polls of popular opinion. Though Blake would have been the one to care about that, more. She shoves Blake back into his box, ignoring the disapproving look in his eyes as she always has to. Maybe one day, he'll understand the sacrifices that had to be made in this sort of war. Maybe not.
-f
(ack, computer shutting down)
When the dust cleared, Travis was crouched behind a rock. From her perch in a tree no that far away from him, Cally almost approved. He was a bit exposed, but then, he had been throwing a grenade.
Keeping radio silence was a bit annoying, but the Federation were monitoring all channels. And besides, it wouldn't be hard to guess the explosion had been caused by the people chattering to each other two seconds after. She shifted and peered towards the tracking station they'd leveled and allowed herself a slight grin.
They were getting better at conserving supplies but keeping almost the same wallop.
It was just a pity those troopers had almost found the detonators. She glanced down at what was left of them and sighed, the smile slipping away. Now there would be clean-up involved, and more forged identities.
And their little resistance would take a hit in the polls of popular opinion. Though Blake would have been the one to care about that, more. She shoves Blake back into his box, ignoring the disapproving look in his eyes as she always has to. Maybe one day, he'll understand the sacrifices that had to be made in this sort of war. Maybe not.
-f
(ack, computer shutting down)