On the eight day of Andromeda,
My true love gave to me:
Eight white horses!
Bailey was running. There was no way he was going out like this!
"Out of the way!" He yelled as loud as his lungs would let him as he dashed through the presidium commons. People screamed and ran to the side or for high ground as he came charging through.
"Tactus, activate the field on my mark!" He could hear them just behind him...
Bailey leaped to safety , one of his officers grabbing his arm and pulling him up onto the second level as he ran up the wall to reach the outstretched hand. Below, the eight white horses bayed, skidding to halts as they were led into a dead end.
"Now!" Bailey yelled into his comms. A kinetic field placed itself around the general area of the horses. They bayed and nickered, rearing and tossing their graceful head, trapped and nervous. He let himself lay flat on his back a few moments catching his breath.
This was the last time his was trusting an Elcor to handle eight white horses. "O'Brian, put this on my list for 'most obscure animal mishandling incidents ever."
Because I couldn't write a Twelve Days countdown fic for Mass Effect and NOT include Bailey.
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