Goodbye LJ...
Feb. 20th, 2006 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterThis is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.
So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;
Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!
♥
So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;
Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!
♥
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Small Heroes
Date: 2006-02-21 03:50 am (UTC)Rating: PG-13, maybe
Pairings: none
Category: err... angst? Duo POV thoughtfulness?
Warnings: language? non-graphic torture? I'm really unsure about this one...
Blood type: B
Disclaimer: Don't own Duo Maxwell. Don't own Gundam Wing. See me cry.
Author's Notes: This fic had been knocking around my head for some time, and I happily ignored it until one day it just walked up to me and demanded to be written. Or else. *gulp* So here it is...
It wasn't one of my better missions, I can tell you that right from the start. The intelligence I got was crap -- so much so that I wonder now if it had been a set up -- there were four times the opponents I'd been told to expect, the mission objectives went the hell out the window, three-quarters of Deathscythe's functions were blown to shit, and his lucky little pilot was captured and interrogated. All in all I'd had better days, and in my life even the good days aren't very good.
The only difference between interrogation and torture, I guess, is whether the people who are doing it are looking for information or for kicks. If I ever run into those guys again, I'll have to ask them which they were going for, right after I get done blowing them up into pieces small enough that I'm confident not one scrap of their DNA is left on this planet. Just to make sure nobody can clone them back to life, you know.
I'll be the first to say that Treize Khushrenada is one crazy motherfucker, and the world will be a lot better place when he's gone and whatever insane schemes he's cooked up are destroyed. But the man's got brains, and as strange as it feels to admit it, he's right about one thing; men in war need honor or they become... something less than human.
The thugs in that basement were something less than human -- they damn near made me lose anything that was left in me that had faith in humanity. If it hadn't been for -- But I'm getting ahead of myself.
So there I was, in the basement of an OZ research lab, playing Twenty Questions with a set of military goons. So far, they hadn't gotten a single one of mine right, but the night was still young.