#pathologic fanfic excerpt

[go-go-devil]

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Clara awoke in her bedroom with three figures standing over her. The initial grogginess of her vision could at first only parse one giant, dark mass kneeling next to her and two others standing close together a short distance away. Quickly the strong scent of leather stirred the rest of her senses back to consciousness, and as she blinked the blur out of her eyes the figures of Stanislav Rubin, Alexander Sanburov, and Katarina Saburova became clear.

Rubin was the one who stirred her awake, judging from how his gloved hand rested on her shoulder. He spoke something to her, though Clara couldn’t quite hear what as she pulled herself up to sit on the edge of the bed, her head still consumed with the perplexing dream she’d had. 

She was on the far end of the stage in the theater, unable to move a muscle. Only the sound of footsteps could be heard walking across and off the stage as she sat there, completely paralyzed and leaning against… something, until the creek of an opening door ended the dream. Perhaps it was another prophecy, but now was not the time to analyze it. There were far more important matters at hand.

All manner of words were exchanged among the four. Words of debriefing from the doctor to ensure she knew exactly how their blood was going to be administered to the sick. Words of stern affirmation from the former governor that she will succeed in saving the Town with her wondrous powers and become a worthy heir to his family’s legacy. Words of intense assurance from the fallen mistress that she will not stumble into the same traps that ensnared herself, along with subtle hints of what might be concern from the trembling in her voice.

And, of course, words from their savior that gave them all the answers they wanted to hear.

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Rating Mature

Chapter Summary

Led by Finn, the oppressed citizens of Coruscant revolt against the First Order. In an effort to put an end to the rebellion before it spreads, Chancellor Hux deploys the fearsome bloodtroopers, his elite Red Army. Meanwhile, Poe, Chewie, and BB-8 return to the Skywalker— the Eclipse class Star Destroyer the Resistance stole from the Kuat Drive Yards— where Poe must convince a downtrodden Leia to set a course for Coruscant to help Finn and his People's Resistance fight...

Excerpt

We’re doing this, we’re really doing this, Finn thought as he crouched in an abandoned building. There were hundreds of the people from the underground with him here, placed all over the street, watching and waiting for the First Order to spring the trap they’d set for them. They from all over the galaxy, from every walk of life. Some humanoid and others decidedly not. They had come to Coruscant in hope of a better life and ended up living in the sewers. But they were all here for the same reason, the same cause. Everything he and Rose had talked about was coming true. This was the revolution, this "People's Resistance", and he was leading it. Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly what they’d talked about. Rose was supposed to be here with him. But there was no time for him to fall apart, not when he noticed movement down below. Two small figures emerged from a side street, swallowed up by the desolate urban landscape. As they got closer, Finn could make out a familiar golden protocol droid and a blue and silver astromech by his side. Finn sighed to himself. “Come on, Threepio. Not now.” On the ground, the two droids went on, completely unaware of the trap they were walking into.  Artoo beeped nervously. “I agree,” said Threepio, looking at the charred tank Finn and the rest of the People's Resistance members had placed at the far end, practically right in front of them. “This certainly isn’t the Coruscant I remember.” Just then, a shadow fell over them both. A towering AT-MT walker entered the from one end of the boulevard, dwarfing the droids as they watched it pass. Threepio’s photoreceptors glowed in the gloom. “Oh dear.” Finn held his breath. Everything hinged on this moment, and of course the exact moment when the First Order found their bait, Artoo and Threepio would somehow find their way directly into the thick of it. It was almost pathological. The walker paused directly beneath their hideout, and Finn exhaled. It was working. Even with the droids in the mix, they had it exactly where they wanted it. Now he just needed Threepio to stay quiet for once. The comm he’d stolen crackled to life, set to the same frequency as the walker pilots. <Any life forms?> asked the walker pilot. <Nope.> replied his co-pilot. Finn tensed. It was now or never.  “Now!” he shouted, his crew firing grappling guns into the building opposite. The lines criss-crossed over top the walker, the two pilots too busy focusing on the droids and the burned out tank to notice what was going on overhead. Maybe Leia had a point. You should never underestimate a droid. “On my mark.” Finn checked to make sure everyone was ready. “Three... two ... one… go!”

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