As usual nothing belongs to me.
A/N: I'd been thinking about this for a while, and I was so bored at work I actually wrote it:) It's quite a random little vignette that will make absolutely no sense if you have not seen the series.
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Don't call me a D! I am not a D! I'm as good as any of them. As any B!
My face stares back at me again as I break another guard's visor, and my heart pounds out of control as I shy away and stumble onward, breaking free into the fresh air.
The sky is speckled with aircraft frantically trying to stop the path of the Dolems, but they're failing fast and as I stand in that first stunned moment of freedom, a vermillion comes crashing out of the air to slide to a mangled heap beside me on the deck…
That face…under the cracked and sheared armour I see features from a life-time ago. In the dark of the caves under Foundation, those vast dead sentinels had been the first to see how I found that little blob of life. Already the wind is crumbling those features, returning them to chunks of brown clay. All I can do is feel the anger rise within me as I am bombarded with memories, memories of bullets hitting a harmless chunk of clay. The anger boils, fills me until I can only release it in one piercing note.
The vermillion shudders, lifting up. Where the armour no longer can create the field it needs for cohesion, slabs of clay fall away, leaving a faceless, lurching monster. The on-looker's stares mean nothing to me as power fills me at connecting with this pitiful beast. As it slowly lifts clear of the deck, my mind turns to the wonder of sudden possibilities…