Red vs Blue pt 2

[agnominal]

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[epitomized]

[ He could understand the disbelief. Years ago, he wouldn't have believed it. He wouldn't have thought them capable. Yet they thrived on proving people wrong, doing the impossible.

They were just supposed to survive to enjoy that sense of validation. ]

Yeah. Pretty sure.

[ And he reached to his hip, drawing from the clip on his armor a familiar-looking sword handle. Tucker should recognize it instantly, and even now? He couldn't bring himself to turn it on. To confirm that finality in his head. ]

[lovernotafighter]

[Pretty sure. Yeah, okay, but then he was pulling out that--]

Hey! How the fuck did you get one? Do you have an alien kid, too? [There was a beat of a pause, before he reached out to take it. Turn it over. Look at one spot.

You see, because Tucker had always carved his initials into his toys, ever since he was a little kid. It was like dibs, but permanent, forever, steel-lidded and impossible to argue, a thing his mom taught him so he could get them back after he loaned them out to his friends. Did you think he wouldn't do the same to his favorite "toy" in the entire galaxy?

Fuck yeah he did.

And sure enough, there was a scratchy LT etched into the handle.

He shook it, but it didn't turn on. No hum. No blue light. Nothing but silence.]

What the fuck?

[epitomized]

There's a trick to it.

[ He said it like it was a joke, but with no mirth, no smile. Watching him try to light it up with no success. ]

The sword is bonded to you, and only you. Until you die. Then, whoever claims the sword becomes the bearer.

[ Something stretched thin and tight in his chest, his throat threatening to close up as he cleared his throat in an effort to stave it back. ]

I never tried it, though, so. Maybe it just doesn't work now. I have no idea, really.

[lovernotafighter]

[This guy didn't-- He didn't try it? Then that meant--]

So, did you kill me, or just watch me die? I doubt I just tossed it to you then bit it.

[Tucker shook it again, like a remote with dying batteries, before handing it back to the guy. Stupid, probably, handing a weapon to a person who came in screaming his name and looking sad as fuck, but, eh, that's what Church was like too.

Could he start it?

Would he?]

Try it. Like, turn it on.