Keeping Maple safe had been the blue Autobot's mission. They were familiar words and a familiar sentiment, but Yang couldn’t help but repeat them. “I promised I would protect you, and I failed.” Days of healing with aura and surgery had done her good, but… but the fact that she was still in such a shape after so much treatment and care? It only drove home how much she had been hurt. The beaver faunus’s legs and hands were in casts, her tail was wrapped in bandages, there were assisted breathing tubes running into her nostrils, and though her hospital gown covered a lot, Yang knew that underneath it, her friend was in bad shape. That she could sleep at all was a triumph of modern medicine holding hands with a miracle from on high. There was no wonder why, no wonder at all. Maple was sleeping at that moment, and it was clearly restless, as every minute, she would twitch or grimace. Always, though, she came back to the side of her closest friend there.
She, admittedly, couldn't do much for them, especially those who had lost limbs like poor Ollie had, but she tried her best, even if it was just offering comfort where she could. She checked on the progress of all who she had rescued, and helped out where she could. She especially didn’t like it when she was standing over the body of a close friend. There was too much sickness, too much death, too many broken dreams. ( Interlude 2-3: Island | Interlude 2-4: New Sheriffs in Town | V3E1: Commencement) Sometimes the greatest victory is survival.Ĭyclone: I still have a headache due to not having caught up on sleep as much as I'd like to. I had to stay up till 0425 in the morning, but I did get it done… and basically spent the next day in a euphoric haze.) (Seriously, on Thursday it had actually reached the point where morale was so low that we were saying that we either finished the chapter that day or the fic would almost certainly die.
We were not expecting that, nor did we like that, but it was what ended up happening. Each and every sentence was such a painful and long extraction that we ended up just plain forgetting about a lot of ideas and perhaps not discussing things over as much as we could because of just how much we wanted it to be over. However, we quickly ran into a problem that we did not anticipate once the writing actually began… we hated writing these chapters.
Cody: Believe it or not before we started writing this interlude we did have plans for a sequence or two where JNPR would ask Cliffjumper some questions about things and he would just shoot them all down, leading to ever growing animosity between the two groups.
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