War is a Bomb.War is a bomb.
It takes months, weeks, years to prepare, each intricacy to be finalised, everything to be set in place. Everything must be gathered, collected, attained.
It takes time, usually being allowed to rest upon a shelf until it's use becomes beneficial.
When the time comes, the fuse is lit, not a great action, no, but a poignant one.
It goes off, shattering and leaving shrapnel about the place, some panic and attempt to clean it quickly, some are wounded, injured, killed. Some merely dismiss it, a view in their peripheral, something to not be dealt with, something they daren't touch.
And some never forget; the blackened walls, structures so mighty brought down in an instant, torn flesh and singed skin.
Flashes of scarlet.
All chaos swirling around, brought about in a tiny sliver of time.
The wounds will heal, maybe, the memories will fade, perhaps, but war defines us, it sticks, it remains to this day and onwards, the burnt remains of our world it's indicator, it's mark t
The Mechanics of War (Epilogues)Epilogue
1) Dilate sauntered casually around the kitchen, pacing back and forward agitatedly. Something was very clearly causing her discomfort. The 'bot cast shooting glances at a ladle at the far side of the room; her fingers trembled in excitement. Eventually, Dilate gave up the fight, for the temptation was too great. A surge of manic and psychotic behaviour overcame Dilate, and before too long, the kitchen was trashed. The 'bot stood in a mound of what used to be cutlery and cooking utensils, a ladle firmly in her grip.
2) Brigadier sat, staring at her plane in the 'back garden', the sun was only just peeping through the tree line and her optics were locked intently upon it's propellers. Ianto strode from the back door, immediately casting his view upon the automaton.
"What in heck's name are you doing?" He mumbled, a fresh cup of tea firmly clasped within his hand.
Brigadier kept her view perfectly constant. "Staring contest, hush now." She grumbled quietly, leaning forward sligh
The Mechanics of War (Pt 3)Brigadier stared in silence momentarily, her core processing, before dropping to her knees and placing a palm against the wound slowly sleeping blood on the hound's flank. She then ripped a small section from the cloth of her long, dark green military jacket. "You owe me a new coat, hounds on the battlefield." She grumbled before placing the cloth around Diesel's midsection, tying it roughly to make a makeshift tourniquet. "That should do for now," Brigadier then picked up the mutt and shoved it into the hands of Dilate, who quickly accepted, "but, I shall warn you now, if that hounds slows us..." The older automaton said nothing more, merely pulling back her coat and un-holstering her small Webley break top revolver, she tossed it from hand to hand for a minute before shoving roughly back into its place.
Dilate reeled back, automatically clutching her companion closer to herself. "Listen! Diesel here is my dog, and if he slows us down, so be it, I'd rather die out here than..." Once m