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okteiviakom) wrote2020-05-21 02:10 am
okteiviakom) wrote2020-05-21 02:10 am
The Woods, then Arkadia, Wednesday FT
On the Ground, no high point lasted for long.
Just about as soon as Octavia and Indra were close enough to Arkadia to be back in radio range, Miller's voice came through, hurried, like it wasn't the first time he'd done so in the last while. Pike had captured Kane, charging him with treason, and was planning to execute him. Only Miller and Harper remained free in Arkadia.
Before they'd finished drafting up their plans to break Kane and Lincoln and Sinclair out, an update came in: Pike had sentenced all of them to death.
And Bellamy wanted Octavia to meet him at the dropship after nightfall.
----- So to the dropship Octavia went. It was dark and it was raining, but she could see him across the clearing as soon as Helios brought her there. She ignored his greeting as she dismounted, looking around for any other figures lurking. "I'm alone, O," he said. But there'd been a lot of things he'd said lately that weren't true. She'd accept no blame for being cautious, even when it looked like he was telling the truth this time. "I'm here to help."
Octavia forced her expression to soften up as she approached him, raising her arms for an embrace - only to get him to let his guard down, so that she could jam a needle in his neck. The effects of the drug were immediate. He fell into her arms, slack and heavy.
"Sleep well, big brother."
She searched him for bugs, tied his wrists together, then hauled him up onto Helios' back so that she could take him back to her and Indra's hideout, a hidden cave. He didn't come to the whole way there.Octavia wondered whether she should've felt something about that.
She definitely ended up wishing he'd just stayed unconscious once he did come to in the cave. "It's suicide," he argued, once he figured out she intended to go to Arkadia next. "Pike will be expecting you. You won't get close. I can. We can save them, but we have to work together."
Honestly, how dared he?
Even through gritted teeth, Octavia found her voice wavering. "You're the reason they need saving."
Bellamy stared at her for a long moment.
"Maybe," he said, his gaze dipping briefly towards the ground. But then it was up again. "But that doesn't change the fact that you need me."
... He'd been right about that for a long time. He'd been her everything, up on the Ark. When he'd been in Fandom and she'd been on the Ground, not a day had gone by that she hadn't wished he'd been there with her. And when they'd landed back here, she'd started out thinking he'd go back to being her constant, her rock, her big brother who wouldn't let anything bad happen to her even when everything bad had already happened to her.
But the person she needed the most right now was a century away. And the person she needed most after him was about to be executed.
And right now, Bellamy did not make the list at all.
"For the first time in my life... That's not true."
She turned and walked out.
-----
For a while, the plan worked. Octavia made it into Arkadia, and she and Harper used the radios to let Pike and his people think they'd intercepted their communication right as they were transporting the prisoners, knowing they'd shove the prisoners into the closest room while they went to check the route was clear - because they had a plant among the guards who would suggest they do so. Two guards were posted at the door. It didn't take much for Octavia to rush them and drug them.
The next part, however, was her least favorite, because they weren't taking Lincoln, Kane and Sinclair out of the room, just yet. Because it was a room in what had once been part of the Ark.
Of course there was a crawl space underneath it.
Octavia spent the entire time down there counting the seconds, trying to keep her breathing even and quiet. Trying not to feel a surge of panic at somehow having ended up right here again. Kane dared to comment on how tight it had been in there, once Pike and his people had come back to investigate the room and then left, assuming the prisoners had already been taken elsewhere.
"Try doing that for sixteen years," Octavia drawled, dryly.
She got everyone out of their cuffs, just in time for Abby and Miller to rush in. But just as they were all about to get a move on, Harper signaled them that there were too many guards, that the exit wasn't clear.
But then out of nowhere, Monty's voice came over the radio, telling the guards the prisoners were heading for the main gate. So guess Monty was on their side, now. Not that they had time to wonder about that: they had to rush to their actual exit, now that the guards had vacated the area.
Arkadia's PA system began blaring an emergency lockdown message, but it looked like they were going to make it.
Until Pike's voice came through on the radio.
"I have a message for the traitors in this camp. There will be an execution today. Either turn yourselves in, or the other grounder prisoners will die in your place."
Lincoln looked at Octavia, and she could already tell what he was thinking. She reached for his shoulder, tried to give it a push towards the hatch that led outside.
Breathed, "Please go."
But he slipped from her grasp, already taking steps in the wrong direction. "No, wait," she said, trying to reach for him again. She caught his arm this time, made him turn around. He shook his head. "I can't let them die because of me."
Octavia swallowed. "Lincoln, please," she tried. "We're almost out."
"I know what you're feeling," Kane put in, "but they're searching the station. We need to go, now."
"You should," Lincoln said, his voice catching just a little at the end.
Maybe it was that tiny thing that made Octavia make up her mind. "Fine," she said, before she could second guess herself. "Oso throu daun ogeda." He'd said that to her, a long time ago. He was the reason she'd said that to Duke when he'd questioned her picking his side, the reason 'yumi throu daun ogeda' had eventually become intertwined with 'ai hod yu in'. He was all she had left. "I'm going with you."
He smiled at her. Just a small, faint one. (Just like hers.) And he stepped closer to her, brushing his hand against her cheek. "I love you," he whispered. She closed her eyes as he leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead.
They would do this together.
But then there was a sudden stinging sensation in the side of her neck, and everything went black.
-----
For just one moment, the rocking made Octavia think she was on a boat. For just a second, some part of her was on the Cape Rouge. But then she opened her eyes and saw trees, and the muddled illusion faded just as quickly as it had come upon her, and panic flared up inside her. "Lincoln," she gasped, and rolled off of Helios's back, falling onto her knees on wet ground, then scrambling onto her unsteady feet, ignoring Kane's attempts to catch her. She pushed past trees and bushes until she saw Arkadia's gates.
And outside them, Lincoln on his knees, still cuffed, in the middle of Pike's men.
Kane caught up with her, grabbing her by the arm, holding her back - as if she didn't already feel paralyzed. She wanted to run to Lincoln, try to save him, let them take her too, but her muscles wouldn't listen to her. All she could do was watch.
She could just barely hear Pike from this distance.
"Lincoln of Trikru, you have been sentenced to death in accordance with the Exodus charter. Any last words?"
A long silence.
Then, "Not for you."
The sound of the gunshot felt unnaturally loud. It felt like it shattered Octavia to pieces. As she watched Lincoln fall over onto the muddy ground with a bleeding hole in his head, it felt as if he hadn't been the only one shot. Octavia trembled, her eyes watering, the pain twisting up her insides.
Then she breathed in, pushing her grief down. Calling her white-hot anger up.
Someone would pay for this. Someone would pay for everything.
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC okay! Taken from The 100 S3 episode 9. Content warning for NPC death and brief mention of suicidal ideation.]
Just about as soon as Octavia and Indra were close enough to Arkadia to be back in radio range, Miller's voice came through, hurried, like it wasn't the first time he'd done so in the last while. Pike had captured Kane, charging him with treason, and was planning to execute him. Only Miller and Harper remained free in Arkadia.
Before they'd finished drafting up their plans to break Kane and Lincoln and Sinclair out, an update came in: Pike had sentenced all of them to death.
And Bellamy wanted Octavia to meet him at the dropship after nightfall.
Octavia forced her expression to soften up as she approached him, raising her arms for an embrace - only to get him to let his guard down, so that she could jam a needle in his neck. The effects of the drug were immediate. He fell into her arms, slack and heavy.
"Sleep well, big brother."
She searched him for bugs, tied his wrists together, then hauled him up onto Helios' back so that she could take him back to her and Indra's hideout, a hidden cave. He didn't come to the whole way there.Octavia wondered whether she should've felt something about that.
She definitely ended up wishing he'd just stayed unconscious once he did come to in the cave. "It's suicide," he argued, once he figured out she intended to go to Arkadia next. "Pike will be expecting you. You won't get close. I can. We can save them, but we have to work together."
Honestly, how dared he?
Even through gritted teeth, Octavia found her voice wavering. "You're the reason they need saving."
Bellamy stared at her for a long moment.
"Maybe," he said, his gaze dipping briefly towards the ground. But then it was up again. "But that doesn't change the fact that you need me."
... He'd been right about that for a long time. He'd been her everything, up on the Ark. When he'd been in Fandom and she'd been on the Ground, not a day had gone by that she hadn't wished he'd been there with her. And when they'd landed back here, she'd started out thinking he'd go back to being her constant, her rock, her big brother who wouldn't let anything bad happen to her even when everything bad had already happened to her.
But the person she needed the most right now was a century away. And the person she needed most after him was about to be executed.
And right now, Bellamy did not make the list at all.
"For the first time in my life... That's not true."
She turned and walked out.
For a while, the plan worked. Octavia made it into Arkadia, and she and Harper used the radios to let Pike and his people think they'd intercepted their communication right as they were transporting the prisoners, knowing they'd shove the prisoners into the closest room while they went to check the route was clear - because they had a plant among the guards who would suggest they do so. Two guards were posted at the door. It didn't take much for Octavia to rush them and drug them.
The next part, however, was her least favorite, because they weren't taking Lincoln, Kane and Sinclair out of the room, just yet. Because it was a room in what had once been part of the Ark.
Of course there was a crawl space underneath it.
Octavia spent the entire time down there counting the seconds, trying to keep her breathing even and quiet. Trying not to feel a surge of panic at somehow having ended up right here again. Kane dared to comment on how tight it had been in there, once Pike and his people had come back to investigate the room and then left, assuming the prisoners had already been taken elsewhere.
"Try doing that for sixteen years," Octavia drawled, dryly.
She got everyone out of their cuffs, just in time for Abby and Miller to rush in. But just as they were all about to get a move on, Harper signaled them that there were too many guards, that the exit wasn't clear.
But then out of nowhere, Monty's voice came over the radio, telling the guards the prisoners were heading for the main gate. So guess Monty was on their side, now. Not that they had time to wonder about that: they had to rush to their actual exit, now that the guards had vacated the area.
Arkadia's PA system began blaring an emergency lockdown message, but it looked like they were going to make it.
Until Pike's voice came through on the radio.
"I have a message for the traitors in this camp. There will be an execution today. Either turn yourselves in, or the other grounder prisoners will die in your place."
Lincoln looked at Octavia, and she could already tell what he was thinking. She reached for his shoulder, tried to give it a push towards the hatch that led outside.
Breathed, "Please go."
But he slipped from her grasp, already taking steps in the wrong direction. "No, wait," she said, trying to reach for him again. She caught his arm this time, made him turn around. He shook his head. "I can't let them die because of me."
Octavia swallowed. "Lincoln, please," she tried. "We're almost out."
"I know what you're feeling," Kane put in, "but they're searching the station. We need to go, now."
"You should," Lincoln said, his voice catching just a little at the end.
Maybe it was that tiny thing that made Octavia make up her mind. "Fine," she said, before she could second guess herself. "Oso throu daun ogeda." He'd said that to her, a long time ago. He was the reason she'd said that to Duke when he'd questioned her picking his side, the reason 'yumi throu daun ogeda' had eventually become intertwined with 'ai hod yu in'. He was all she had left. "I'm going with you."
He smiled at her. Just a small, faint one. (Just like hers.) And he stepped closer to her, brushing his hand against her cheek. "I love you," he whispered. She closed her eyes as he leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead.
They would do this together.
But then there was a sudden stinging sensation in the side of her neck, and everything went black.
For just one moment, the rocking made Octavia think she was on a boat. For just a second, some part of her was on the Cape Rouge. But then she opened her eyes and saw trees, and the muddled illusion faded just as quickly as it had come upon her, and panic flared up inside her. "Lincoln," she gasped, and rolled off of Helios's back, falling onto her knees on wet ground, then scrambling onto her unsteady feet, ignoring Kane's attempts to catch her. She pushed past trees and bushes until she saw Arkadia's gates.
And outside them, Lincoln on his knees, still cuffed, in the middle of Pike's men.
Kane caught up with her, grabbing her by the arm, holding her back - as if she didn't already feel paralyzed. She wanted to run to Lincoln, try to save him, let them take her too, but her muscles wouldn't listen to her. All she could do was watch.
She could just barely hear Pike from this distance.
"Lincoln of Trikru, you have been sentenced to death in accordance with the Exodus charter. Any last words?"
A long silence.
Then, "Not for you."
The sound of the gunshot felt unnaturally loud. It felt like it shattered Octavia to pieces. As she watched Lincoln fall over onto the muddy ground with a bleeding hole in his head, it felt as if he hadn't been the only one shot. Octavia trembled, her eyes watering, the pain twisting up her insides.
Then she breathed in, pushing her grief down. Calling her white-hot anger up.
Someone would pay for this. Someone would pay for everything.
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC okay! Taken from The 100 S3 episode 9. Content warning for NPC death and brief mention of suicidal ideation.]