Blackout

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

R
Bayverse
Salazar, other human OCs
LANGUAGE.  Dude, it’s Salazar.
for tf_speedwriting  prompt ‘blackout’

 

The lights went out with a sort of mechanical grunt. Just like you hear in the movies.  Fan-fucking-tastic, Salazar thought. One thing the movies get right and it’s that ‘kachhhhungk’ of generators dying a fast ugly death.  Can’t get any of those fucking John Woo magazines for his guns, or a car that can catch air over a railroad trestle and shit, but this.  Awesome.

“That’s…bad.” Goldstein pressed against the wall, weapons and eyes pointed to where he remembered the mouth of the corridor being.

“And now we know why you’re an NCO,” Salazar snapped. “Your goddam kung-fu grip on the obvious.”

“Dude,” Ho’s voice over the headset. “Kung Fu Grip was an attack thing.  Not so much the way you’re using it.”

“Thanks, Ho-dilly-ho.”  Salazar’s brown eyes rolled over the top of his balaclava, “The fact that our Tac Op is a goddam geek is really, really reassuring right now.” 

A scrabbling noise from up the corridor. “Hey, anyone mind, uh, dealing with the situation here?”  Goldstein flinched at the sound.  “Something’s up there.”

“Duh,” Salazar said. “Might be why we’re wearing all this fucking body armor?”  But yeah, Goldstein had a point—well, one beyond his pointy shiny bald head.  Salazar crept forward, rolling on the outside of his boots silently, his left hand outstretched, skimming along the wall.  He stopped, cocking his head.  No. Fuck. Stupid.  He reached his fingers under his helm, yanking the balaclava’s fabric off his ears.   Yeah they swore it made no difference, but ‘they’ tended not to, you know, have to deal with getting shot in the fucking face if they’re wrong.  “Twenty yards, left…about torso height.” His Game Voice, quiet, professional.  He didn’t get where he was on his charm…alone.

He heard the rustle of Goldstein adjusting his body armor—velcro ripping and rehooking. 

“Why isn’t it making a move?” Ho asked. “Obviously knows you’re there.”

“Toying with us,” Goldstein said.  He slipped up next to Salazar, eyes finally accustomed to the dark, muttering about not having night vision.  Yeah, thanks Budgetary Constraint.  Because the extra weight of the rhino mount with no fucking NVG was…goddam character building or something.

“Fuck no.” Salazar rocked forward on his feet. “Just not a threat to it.” 

“You sure?”

“The Salamander Senses are NOT tingling,” Salazar muttered. “It’s ignoring us.”  Salazar trusted his innate ability to know when something was gunning for him more than he trusted anything else on earth.  Even sunrise or a cold beer.

“I’m cool with ignoring it back. Just for the record,” Goldstein said. 

“Me, too,” Ho said.  “I can pull up the ROE if you need it.”

“FUCK ROE.  Seriously. FUCK that shit.” Fuck no night vision, too. 

“Whoa, Sal.  Calm the fuck down.”

“Goddam no.”  Salazar’s hand shifted on the grip of his rifle. “Fucking goddam robot invasion.  Fuck that shit. Not on my fucking watch.”

“…well then,” Ho said. “Didn’t know you cared.” 

“Fucking dreamt of this shit all my life,” Salazar said. 

Goldstein snickered. “Your dreams suck, man.  Mine involved Carmen Electra.”

“An invasion of Carmen Electras would be pretty terrifying,” Ho said.

“Already happened,” Salazar snapped. “Called the fucking Pussycat Dolls. Spreading skank as a way of life.  The Sal-man approves. Highly.” 

“Now,” Ho said. “My Little Ponies? An invasion of them? Fucking terrifying.”

“Or Care Bears.  Dude.  Don’t fucking hug me.”  Goldstein shook his head.  “Goddam Care Bears.  Shoot ‘em in the goddam face.” 

“There ya go,” Salazar said. “Just pretend that whatever’s up there is goddam fucking Cheer Bear and you’ll be a-ok, chickenshit.”

“Funshine was scarier,” Ho said.

“GodDAM,” Salazar snarled. “Only fucking scary thing here is that you know so much about the goddam Care Bears.”

“Hey, you knew Cheer Bear.”  Ho paused. “Right.  Floorplan.  Corridor goes up about 20, then jinks to the left.  Wanna be careful in case noisy boy up there has friends waiting around the corner.”

“Saw red,” Goldstein murmured. “Just about head height. Think it sees us?”

“Can see us fucking coming all it wants,” Salazar muttered.  “I got about twenty rounds of 7.62 howdy for it.” 

A moment of silence, the darkness swallowing the sound like a hungry thing.  The red optics steadied, staring right at them.  Right. Fucking go time. Salazar shifted over, pulling on Goldstein’s trouser leg, once, twice….and three….

 

Comments

[ultharkitty.livejournal.com]

I really enjoyed this. I especially love the rythm of it. The foul language was also a lot of fun.

As for their situation, for some reason it made me think of camel spiders. *shudders*

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

Camel spiders: possibly the only thing more terrifying than Care Bears. :P

They are stupidly fun to write. I should be ashamed.

[ayngelcat.livejournal.com]

Enjoyed - very vivid - like being in a scene from the movie. The swearing 'makes' it. Especially the LPonies/Care Bears rant LOL

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

I swear, honestly? This is how soldiers talk. Mostly profanity, mostly insulting each other. It is the way of my people. :P

[chibirisuchan.livejournal.com]

I laughed so loud I scared the cat. "Hey, you knew Cheer Bear" - and the Tac Ops geek shoots and scores! \o/

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

They are an amalgamation of every infantry guy I ever knew. And are way more fun to write than they should be! o_O

[arirashkae.livejournal.com]

I ... made the mistake of trying to eat a Chocolate Peanut Butter english muffin while reading this. The only thing that saved my monitor at the Care Bear point was the fact that the PB is so damned sticky. ^_^