Oh dear oh dear oh dear! I love all the fics you have there and , though I am not much of a self promotion type, I will participate ( mostly cause I get to tag others to do this ! )
Tired of the long mission he had been on, Wolffe was ready to take a long shower and wash away the grime of the mission. With a towel wrapped around his waist he steps inside the common bathroom where usually around this time, he would have the showers all to himself.
Darkness. A deep darkness now seems to surround him completely.The last thing he saw were Omega and Wrecker reaching for him. At first there is a distant sound of the mountains and the surrounding terrain that provide him with some comfort.
Friendship, family, love, all words that had no meaning to him growing up. He knew what the words stood for when it came to other sentient beings in the galaxy, but to Maul that was all they were, words. To him the most important and meaningful words were loyalty and respect, both words that were closely tied to his master.
“It’s holo time! What do you want to watch, Sugar? Drama, Action, something disgustingly romantic? You get to choose this time.” Hardcase looks up from his spot on the comfy couch and asks you what to put on the screen before you are completely settled in.
They are our first line of defense, and they are our first line of attack. They are the ones who will either win or lose this long running war effort, and people still consider them to be no more than just cogs in the machine that is war. But, who are they really?
Alone. Once more he was all alone. This time however he was alone at the one place any of them ever called home and the one place he never thought of as his home.
The com went off and Sage happily walked over the door to open, expecting it to be her beloved Echo. He had been on mission with the 501st and expected back home around this time. When she opened the door it was not him standing in front of her.
He had always felt the most responsible for pretty much everything they did. Each training session when they were mere younglings. Each session in the tanks that would either accelerate their growth or heal the injuries sustained during arduous training sessions, each time they would undergo some new treatment that changed something inside of them and have them adjust to yet a new enhancement of their already existing abilities, he would feel responsible for their safety and the comfort they so needed because of the cold and the pains that surged through their still growing bodies.
The Havoc Marauder always seemed as a small home to you all. There was enough space to sit and relax, sleep after a mission or work while underway to whatever planet it was the lot of you would go to, to earn some credits. It was a home away from home, even though you also had a new home base on Ord Mantel.
What they were watching on the screen had all of the people gasping. Even the most battle hardened men could not hold it in. The scene playing out in front of them was one of the most brutal attacks they had witnessed.
