Once a coward, always a coward. Always.
A walk down memory lane placed Teague on the dusty plains of the biodome she grew up in, where her elders spent countless hours toiling over the nearly uninhabitable soil in hopes of reaping minimal rewards. Their terraforming projects was a slow and tedious one, and even this late in the future, Mars was still a relatively empty landscape with few inhabitants. The domes spread like bubble paper, with tiny colonies within each clear shield. The terrain was naturally rough and red, oxidized rust making its way into every aspect of her life; from her radically dyed locks to the flags blowing in artificially created and circulated wind. The afternoon sun beamed through the filtered layers of the colony roof, hitting her tanned features with a warmth she soaked up like a sponge. Laying in the grass while her family continued their efforts, she was given time to reflect on her day. Skipped rocks with the neighbor boy, caught imported ladybugs from the wheat fields, and hid from Taxxon when it was time to shovel bales of hay. It had been a good day, and as the hours dragged closer to dinner, she knew all there was left to do was nap lazily while others continued their efforts to eek out a life for themselves. Too young to know what strain was on her family life, she didn't bother to assist or hang around to see what could done. Instead, this was her routine in months between classes.
"You know, you could at least try and pretend you're being productive." A shadow blocked the sun, causing Teague to crane her small neck to see the source. "Bet there's floors to scrub."
"I already scrubbed them this week." The red head lied, making a face. "Go away, Tesla. I don't want to talk to you."
Rather than listen to Teague, her oldest brother plopped down in the field beside her and shrugged his already broad shoulders. He was only eighteen at the time, but he looked so much older, worn from his time working the land with their father. The burdens of the oldest child were always most visible, and a reminiscent Teague cursed herself for not noticing what Tesla had given up for her benefit. Everything he had done was so obvious in retrospect, but her youth had blinded her to his sacrifices, and there was no way to tell him how appreciative she was now. Instead, she was left looking back on this scene, even as her current landscape was a city under attack.
"You don't have to talk. Just listen to me." Tesla glanced over to his seemingly uninterested sister as he spoke, keeping a steady watch on her even as she pretended not to notice. "I'm headed out to the mines in a couple of weeks, you know. Got an offer to work with Dad, and the money is good. We need it." He brought his hand up to his stubbly features and rubbed his beard thoughtfully. "Means you have to keep an eye out for me. Make sure Becky doesn't fall for that little shit Arthur. I keep seeing them together, and I know he's trying to make moves. You're a girl, so you could probably find out for me what's going on."
"It's not my job to spy on your girlfriend. Damn, making it seem like I owe you..." Teague rolled over onto her side, away from her brother, and grumbled, "I don't know why I should help you anyway. You got nothing to offer me."
"Oh, but I do!" Quickly, Tesla pulled his blaster from his holster and prodded the back of Teague's head with the barrel. "You still want this old thing? I won't be needing it where I'm headed."
Instinctively Teague froze when the gun was placed to her head, but he pulled it away so she could right herself into a seated position, which gave her the opportunity to take the weapon. Relinquished into her much smaller hands, the nine year old held the blaster gingerly, bobbing it up and down for a time before nodding once in reply. "Okay. If Arthur gets too close to her, I'll shoot him."
"WHAT?! No, fucking no!" Waving his hands, Tesla shook his head in mock horror. "Look, just keep an eye on Becky for me, and use the blaster only if you need it. Don't shoot anyone over anything stupid, alright?"
"I mean..." Teague bit her bottom lip briefly, questioning what to say next. "How do I know who to shoot?"
Tesla was quiet for a time, looking out over the struggling fields of wheat and rye, taking his time to answer. When he did though, Teague knew she would never forget his words.
"You shoot when you know you'll die otherwise. Don't shoot to hurt 'em either. Shoot to kill." He tapped the middle of his forehead, right between his eyes. "if they can't manage a thought, they can't hurt you. Always put the bullet where it'll count." Lightening his tone, he added, "We can shoot some cans after dinner, if you want."
Ecstatic, Teague nodded vigorously and leaned in to hug her giant of a brother. "Promise I won't shoot anyone who doesn't deserve it!"
"Hey, it's dinner time, you two!" In the distance, a plump silhouette of their mother called for them to come inside, and both rose to their feet and shuffled home when summoned.
Within the helmet, Teague's lip quivered.
The tightness in her chest hurt more than her stiff muscles, and the memories flooding her consciousness were coming back in full force. If it wasn't for the drugs, she would hardly be able to walk with the crippling sense of guilt and pain they brought, but because of those very same drugs, her ties with that old farm on Mars were cut. A catch-22 she seemed to ignore in most cases, there was something about the rush of a near death experience that brought the feelings back in waves. Had the lizard in the building a block back shot her, at least she would be with her brothers. Somewhere in the cosmos their spirits were smiling down at her, or so she had been led to believe in her youth, and even after years of medical school and forced practicality, Teague hoped it was true.
Even now, she didn't want to think about Tesla's death. Not Tesla, or Tonka, or Topark, or Daddy. She certainly didn't want to think about whether Tibalt or Taxxon were killed during their tours of duty in the army. Was Momma still baking bread for the neighbors while Tennick was researching soil nutrients for the terraforming project?
"Fuck..." Teague choked softly, but all that came out was a crackle of static, fuzzy and unnatural. The city she lived in was smoldering, torn to pieces by the native gangs as well as a crash from above, and all she could think about was a life she wished she had never lived. The only thing bringing her back to reality was the screams from distant residences, presumably damaged by the lizard's impact. Only, now there was the cracks of artillery being fired off, and crashing from closer buildings. If it wasn't for the cover those buildings gave her, she would likely have been struck by something by now, which brought the truth of her situation into view. Breaking into a run, the Mars native sprinted without hesitation, her shielded hues blinking unshed tears away to clear the blur. Bodies were to either side of her, terrified shrieks echoing through the streets even as she attempted to exit the area. Every time the woman thought she was safe, the exit was blocked by rubble or fire. Her asphalt jungle was now a city ripped asunder, and it only got worse the deeper she ventured through the wreckage.
Desperate now, Teague's hand rested on her hand-me-down blaster, which was white knuckle gripped by gloved fingers. She needed to get home. She needed to get to her experiments, as those were what little she owned she couldn't readily replace. Breezing through channeled roads towards his apartment complex, she nearly tripped as a hand shot out and snagged her ankle, which stopped her long enough to hear the begs. "Help me!" The semi crushed woman pleaded, her lower half buried under a slab of concrete as large as a small car. Dancing from one foot to the other, Teague seemed torn between helping and continuing on her way, and knew she could likely do nothing for the woman. "I can't. I-I can't lift that-" She began, but found herself hunkering down to attempt lifting it anyway.
It was no good though. Shifting her weight to try using her shoulder, it barely budged with the full weight of the small Martian, and Teague ended up falling onto her rear end with a loud groan. "It's too heavy. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!" the crackle of the helmet didn't do justice to the words, neutralizing her emotions into a robotic garble.
"Don't leave me! They'll kill me-" And almost like clockwork, the mouth of the street became the entrance to Zeloan invasion; their forces pushing forward through the littered destruction. "THEY ARE HERE NOW! SAVE ME!"
A Coward. "I can't! I CAN'T!" A fucking coward. "I'm sorry! Please forgive me! God, forgive me." Shakily rising from the ground, Teague darted away as troops closed in, leaving the woman where she had first found her; leaving her to die alone. "I'm so sorry..."
Her apartment was in sight, and Teague wasted no time mourning to slow down, barreling into the entryway of the ramshackle building with no one around to stop her for credits in the door frame. Taking the stairs two at a time, the Martian stopped only when she could see her door at the top step, and rummaged for her key card while closing the distance between the two points. Jostling the handle as her keycard was scanned, she panted in frustration and brought up her heavy boot to ram the door with a kick. Knocking it loose with the violent move, a siren blared elsewhere to alert the security system, but Teague had no time to worry about police showing up. Immediately making for her bedroom, the stray syringes and beakers glared her in the face like a volatile reminder of her line of work, though the personal guilt would need to wait. Quickly kneeling at the side of her bed, she snagged a long, slender case and yanked it out, swinging it onto her back with a worn leather strap.
Next Teague circled the lines of tables, pocketing everything that was bottled and safe to carry by hand, cursing every so often as she was reminded by everything she would be forced to leave. Her final trip was across the mostly empty living room, to her singular coffee table and chair. A picture frame was the only item on the table, with a smiling group of nine, all happily waving at the camera. The moving image was grabbed and kept in her left hand while her right stayed on her blaster, even as her digits ached from staying in the position for as long as they had. Now she could ditch the apartment and get the hell out of the city, as there would be nothing left of this makeshift home of hers when the army crashed in to break up the Zeloan problem. A small price to pay to deal with those bastards.
In a run, she left her apartment and downed the stairs in a rush, dangerously close to tripping over her own feet just before reaching the bottom. Even so, the misstep didn't seem to do much other than briefly pause the woman, who had her sights set on the opposite end of her street than the way she came in. "STOP! Raise your hands in the air turn slowly!" Ignoring the order, Teague couldn't pinpoint where it came from, but flashes across her visual screen indicated it was behind her. Lines of text followed with the consequences of running, and ways to mend shallow bullet wounds, but she did her best to not dwell on the worst case scenario. "Fuckin' shoot the bitch!" With the addition of the second voice, Teague's pace picked up, just as a series of shots were fired at her back. Most missed, with only one striking the Martian, but there was too much to lose if she stopped. The pain was manageable, bearable, though still awful and she cried out as the bullet embedded in her shoulder, and her footing staggered slightly off course momentarily as the dealer was overcome by the initial shock. More messages streamed across the visual display, warnings that she was being followed, but Teague needed to keep going.
For her brothers and for her parents, and for her community... Teague needed to live because one day, she would apologize for being a coward. One day.
Teague didn't even notice Micah and his unit as she rounded a corner lethargically, though she was losing blood as she did so, and it had completely altered her perception. Head swimming, skin hot beneath the layers of her typical garb, it was a surprise she made it as far as she did. Maybe she could warn Micah and his soldiers, let them know about the Zeloans, and ask them to help that poor woman she had left behind. Maybe she could ask them for help. Maybe...
Within a few yards of where the foreign soldiers stood, Teague Foxwell crashed into an abandoned car and bounced off limply, landing on the hard asphalt. In her hands remained gripped a beat up DE-10 Blaster Pistol, and a damaged visual frame with the distorted image of happy faces.
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A walk down memory lane placed Teague on the dusty plains of the biodome she grew up in, where her elders spent countless hours toiling over the nearly uninhabitable soil in hopes of reaping minimal rewards. Their terraforming projects was a slow and tedious one, and even this late in the future, Mars was still a relatively empty landscape with few inhabitants. The domes spread like bubble paper, with tiny colonies within each clear shield. The terrain was naturally rough and red, oxidized rust making its way into every aspect of her life; from her radically dyed locks to the flags blowing in artificially created and circulated wind. The afternoon sun beamed through the filtered layers of the colony roof, hitting her tanned features with a warmth she soaked up like a sponge. Laying in the grass while her family continued their efforts, she was given time to reflect on her day. Skipped rocks with the neighbor boy, caught imported ladybugs from the wheat fields, and hid from Taxxon when it was time to shovel bales of hay. It had been a good day, and as the hours dragged closer to dinner, she knew all there was left to do was nap lazily while others continued their efforts to eek out a life for themselves. Too young to know what strain was on her family life, she didn't bother to assist or hang around to see what could done. Instead, this was her routine in months between classes.
"You know, you could at least try and pretend you're being productive." A shadow blocked the sun, causing Teague to crane her small neck to see the source. "Bet there's floors to scrub."
"I already scrubbed them this week." The red head lied, making a face. "Go away, Tesla. I don't want to talk to you."
Rather than listen to Teague, her oldest brother plopped down in the field beside her and shrugged his already broad shoulders. He was only eighteen at the time, but he looked so much older, worn from his time working the land with their father. The burdens of the oldest child were always most visible, and a reminiscent Teague cursed herself for not noticing what Tesla had given up for her benefit. Everything he had done was so obvious in retrospect, but her youth had blinded her to his sacrifices, and there was no way to tell him how appreciative she was now. Instead, she was left looking back on this scene, even as her current landscape was a city under attack.
"You don't have to talk. Just listen to me." Tesla glanced over to his seemingly uninterested sister as he spoke, keeping a steady watch on her even as she pretended not to notice. "I'm headed out to the mines in a couple of weeks, you know. Got an offer to work with Dad, and the money is good. We need it." He brought his hand up to his stubbly features and rubbed his beard thoughtfully. "Means you have to keep an eye out for me. Make sure Becky doesn't fall for that little shit Arthur. I keep seeing them together, and I know he's trying to make moves. You're a girl, so you could probably find out for me what's going on."
"It's not my job to spy on your girlfriend. Damn, making it seem like I owe you..." Teague rolled over onto her side, away from her brother, and grumbled, "I don't know why I should help you anyway. You got nothing to offer me."
"Oh, but I do!" Quickly, Tesla pulled his blaster from his holster and prodded the back of Teague's head with the barrel. "You still want this old thing? I won't be needing it where I'm headed."
Instinctively Teague froze when the gun was placed to her head, but he pulled it away so she could right herself into a seated position, which gave her the opportunity to take the weapon. Relinquished into her much smaller hands, the nine year old held the blaster gingerly, bobbing it up and down for a time before nodding once in reply. "Okay. If Arthur gets too close to her, I'll shoot him."
"WHAT?! No, fucking no!" Waving his hands, Tesla shook his head in mock horror. "Look, just keep an eye on Becky for me, and use the blaster only if you need it. Don't shoot anyone over anything stupid, alright?"
"I mean..." Teague bit her bottom lip briefly, questioning what to say next. "How do I know who to shoot?"
Tesla was quiet for a time, looking out over the struggling fields of wheat and rye, taking his time to answer. When he did though, Teague knew she would never forget his words.
"You shoot when you know you'll die otherwise. Don't shoot to hurt 'em either. Shoot to kill." He tapped the middle of his forehead, right between his eyes. "if they can't manage a thought, they can't hurt you. Always put the bullet where it'll count." Lightening his tone, he added, "We can shoot some cans after dinner, if you want."
Ecstatic, Teague nodded vigorously and leaned in to hug her giant of a brother. "Promise I won't shoot anyone who doesn't deserve it!"
"Hey, it's dinner time, you two!" In the distance, a plump silhouette of their mother called for them to come inside, and both rose to their feet and shuffled home when summoned.
Within the helmet, Teague's lip quivered.
The tightness in her chest hurt more than her stiff muscles, and the memories flooding her consciousness were coming back in full force. If it wasn't for the drugs, she would hardly be able to walk with the crippling sense of guilt and pain they brought, but because of those very same drugs, her ties with that old farm on Mars were cut. A catch-22 she seemed to ignore in most cases, there was something about the rush of a near death experience that brought the feelings back in waves. Had the lizard in the building a block back shot her, at least she would be with her brothers. Somewhere in the cosmos their spirits were smiling down at her, or so she had been led to believe in her youth, and even after years of medical school and forced practicality, Teague hoped it was true.
Even now, she didn't want to think about Tesla's death. Not Tesla, or Tonka, or Topark, or Daddy. She certainly didn't want to think about whether Tibalt or Taxxon were killed during their tours of duty in the army. Was Momma still baking bread for the neighbors while Tennick was researching soil nutrients for the terraforming project?
"Fuck..." Teague choked softly, but all that came out was a crackle of static, fuzzy and unnatural. The city she lived in was smoldering, torn to pieces by the native gangs as well as a crash from above, and all she could think about was a life she wished she had never lived. The only thing bringing her back to reality was the screams from distant residences, presumably damaged by the lizard's impact. Only, now there was the cracks of artillery being fired off, and crashing from closer buildings. If it wasn't for the cover those buildings gave her, she would likely have been struck by something by now, which brought the truth of her situation into view. Breaking into a run, the Mars native sprinted without hesitation, her shielded hues blinking unshed tears away to clear the blur. Bodies were to either side of her, terrified shrieks echoing through the streets even as she attempted to exit the area. Every time the woman thought she was safe, the exit was blocked by rubble or fire. Her asphalt jungle was now a city ripped asunder, and it only got worse the deeper she ventured through the wreckage.
Desperate now, Teague's hand rested on her hand-me-down blaster, which was white knuckle gripped by gloved fingers. She needed to get home. She needed to get to her experiments, as those were what little she owned she couldn't readily replace. Breezing through channeled roads towards his apartment complex, she nearly tripped as a hand shot out and snagged her ankle, which stopped her long enough to hear the begs. "Help me!" The semi crushed woman pleaded, her lower half buried under a slab of concrete as large as a small car. Dancing from one foot to the other, Teague seemed torn between helping and continuing on her way, and knew she could likely do nothing for the woman. "I can't. I-I can't lift that-" She began, but found herself hunkering down to attempt lifting it anyway.
It was no good though. Shifting her weight to try using her shoulder, it barely budged with the full weight of the small Martian, and Teague ended up falling onto her rear end with a loud groan. "It's too heavy. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!" the crackle of the helmet didn't do justice to the words, neutralizing her emotions into a robotic garble.
"Don't leave me! They'll kill me-" And almost like clockwork, the mouth of the street became the entrance to Zeloan invasion; their forces pushing forward through the littered destruction. "THEY ARE HERE NOW! SAVE ME!"
A Coward. "I can't! I CAN'T!" A fucking coward. "I'm sorry! Please forgive me! God, forgive me." Shakily rising from the ground, Teague darted away as troops closed in, leaving the woman where she had first found her; leaving her to die alone. "I'm so sorry..."
Her apartment was in sight, and Teague wasted no time mourning to slow down, barreling into the entryway of the ramshackle building with no one around to stop her for credits in the door frame. Taking the stairs two at a time, the Martian stopped only when she could see her door at the top step, and rummaged for her key card while closing the distance between the two points. Jostling the handle as her keycard was scanned, she panted in frustration and brought up her heavy boot to ram the door with a kick. Knocking it loose with the violent move, a siren blared elsewhere to alert the security system, but Teague had no time to worry about police showing up. Immediately making for her bedroom, the stray syringes and beakers glared her in the face like a volatile reminder of her line of work, though the personal guilt would need to wait. Quickly kneeling at the side of her bed, she snagged a long, slender case and yanked it out, swinging it onto her back with a worn leather strap.
Next Teague circled the lines of tables, pocketing everything that was bottled and safe to carry by hand, cursing every so often as she was reminded by everything she would be forced to leave. Her final trip was across the mostly empty living room, to her singular coffee table and chair. A picture frame was the only item on the table, with a smiling group of nine, all happily waving at the camera. The moving image was grabbed and kept in her left hand while her right stayed on her blaster, even as her digits ached from staying in the position for as long as they had. Now she could ditch the apartment and get the hell out of the city, as there would be nothing left of this makeshift home of hers when the army crashed in to break up the Zeloan problem. A small price to pay to deal with those bastards.
In a run, she left her apartment and downed the stairs in a rush, dangerously close to tripping over her own feet just before reaching the bottom. Even so, the misstep didn't seem to do much other than briefly pause the woman, who had her sights set on the opposite end of her street than the way she came in. "STOP! Raise your hands in the air turn slowly!" Ignoring the order, Teague couldn't pinpoint where it came from, but flashes across her visual screen indicated it was behind her. Lines of text followed with the consequences of running, and ways to mend shallow bullet wounds, but she did her best to not dwell on the worst case scenario. "Fuckin' shoot the bitch!" With the addition of the second voice, Teague's pace picked up, just as a series of shots were fired at her back. Most missed, with only one striking the Martian, but there was too much to lose if she stopped. The pain was manageable, bearable, though still awful and she cried out as the bullet embedded in her shoulder, and her footing staggered slightly off course momentarily as the dealer was overcome by the initial shock. More messages streamed across the visual display, warnings that she was being followed, but Teague needed to keep going.
For her brothers and for her parents, and for her community... Teague needed to live because one day, she would apologize for being a coward. One day.
Teague didn't even notice Micah and his unit as she rounded a corner lethargically, though she was losing blood as she did so, and it had completely altered her perception. Head swimming, skin hot beneath the layers of her typical garb, it was a surprise she made it as far as she did. Maybe she could warn Micah and his soldiers, let them know about the Zeloans, and ask them to help that poor woman she had left behind. Maybe she could ask them for help. Maybe...
Within a few yards of where the foreign soldiers stood, Teague Foxwell crashed into an abandoned car and bounced off limply, landing on the hard asphalt. In her hands remained gripped a beat up DE-10 Blaster Pistol, and a damaged visual frame with the distorted image of happy faces.
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