The Bunker and Elsewhere, Monday FT

They'd been down in the bunker for six years. They'd made it past the dark year, and although it had left many wounds that had never properly healed, they had survived it. The ground was supposed to be survivable again, by now. They hadn't found a way out of the bunker yet, but Wonkru was alive.

And that was enough.

There had been no more Osleya for many years, by this time. They called her Blodreina now. Because that was who she was now. The red queen. Octavia had pushed all her personal wants (dreams, hopes) aside and focused on keeping Wonkru going, making them strong, making sure they'd be ready if -- when they made it back to the ground.

Her focus was laser-sharp, and unyielding.

(Because it was all she had.)

Niylah's locket was still around her neck, but her bracelet lay abandoned in one of the drawers of her desk. Nou finrona nowe, jos Blodreina. She had armor that had been made especially for her. Parts of it had been dyed red, to recall the blood of Wonkru's enemies.

( The bunker had no commander. It had her. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI. Taken from The 100 S5 episode 4. Content warning for violence and gore. Listen to the Wonkru anthem here.]