middleofsomewhere | Blue Team Finale

It's been a week of high tension. Though the actual fights have been fewer than the other teams might have experienced there have been acts of sabatage and even a couple of chance attacks. The team has suffered a death- Joss was purple team but he had been working with and helping Blue team when he was attacked and killed.

Tension has been mounting, enemies striking when they have opportunity and being fought back by the void treckers. Other enemies sneaking around the corridors, sometimes being caught and dealt with, other times getting away.

Those who have been tracking the strange happenings will not be surprised when all the warning sirens go off at once. Enemy ships attacking. Five of them attacking the station and needing dealt with.

But that's not all. As the sirens sound the power goes out. Emergency lights flicker on after a few moments but it's clear there are enemies and considering command is stationed here it is obvious where they are headed.

(ooc: This should be a play your own monsters scenario, there are enough enemies for Blue team to all play a part in defeating them, some are outside in ships, others are in the corridors. All wear powersuits and they are pretty determined to get to the command station and will not hold back when confronted. Have fun!)

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Prompto would like to think you didn't giggle when you were dying, though maybe that wasn't the such a bad way to die! There were worst ways and that included like almost all of the other options.

It all happened so fast, even if he was the one doing it. He was just glad he was used to fighting enough his body could act even when it left his brain behind. However it happened, he was relieved when Gladio was taking the very heavy sword with the very heavy soldier on it out of his hands.

The praise though, that was unexpected. An excited grin split across his face that only got brighter as he took in Gladio's proud expression. "I did! I've got your back, Big Guy! You can count on me!" He blushed hearing what he had to look forward to. "I'm going to hold you to that!" He wasn't really. Not unless Gladio felt up to it.

"Always know I can count on you." Gladio replied. It was the truth. He knew that Prompto had his back. He knew Ignis had his back too. Even Noct. He knew he could run into the heat of a battle because he had friends who would protect him, just as he would protect those around him. It was how they worked so well together. Each of them working with the others strengths and enhancing them, knowing their weaknesses and helping to strengthen them. It was the kind of teamwork that Gladio loved. It was the kind he trusted with his life.

And it was damn hard not to grab Prompto and kiss the hell out of him right there and then. The need was in his eyes as he looked over at the blonde. But he forced himself to look away, he had to resist. At least until later. No matter what, he would get his kiss... He just needed to get rid of these assholes first.

"Aww, you really are a cupcake!" He teases, while his cheeks color with all the praise. It was so sweet. It felt more than he deserved, though he knew Gladio would argue against that thought.

He fired a shot, striking a weapon out of an enemy soldier's hand. His attention went right back to Gladio. "Why is it all the bad guy's are called 'Empire'? Have you noticed that? They're like some kind of Empire of the stars or something. You'd think that would be a good guy name if this was a video game."

This was obviously a very appropriate time to start talking about video games.

"Not a video game." Gladio grunted as he swung his sword to knock one of the bad guys back. He swung hard enough to knock it into several others only for them to be taken out by others on their team. It surprised Gladio for a second because he'd almost forgotten that they weren't there on their own.

The question made him think though. Why were most of the bad guys called 'Empire'? You'd think if you were going to be bad you'd pick a less imposing name to lull people into a false sense of security. By calling yourself an Empire you're pretty much ensuring people will rise up against you.

He shook his head and shot Prompto a look. "Will you quit it with those weird questions? You're making me as bad as you!" There was no heat to his words though, in fact he sounded like he was trying not to laugh at the weird places his thoughts were taking him.

Prompto laughed at Gladio's order. He wasn't trying to distract the other guy, but weird stuff like that always popped in his head. Before he could make any more jokes about it though, the incoming soldiers abruptly double in number, swarming the place. It was much harder to know just where to shoot so he wouldn't strike an ally, so he kept his back to Gladio but had to concentrate.

He hadn't hardly been touched before, but now he was getting shoved, barely keeping ahead of knife cuts and fists. He wondered if a shuttle had managed to land with enemy reinforcements to explain all of this. It didn't really matter though since they were clearly here now.

He muffled a cry when a blade cut at his arm. He was turning to deal with that when he spotted a gun cocked and aimed at Gladio. "No!" He lunged at the soldier, but the gun fired despite his best efforts. He could only hope the mark had been missed as he struggled on the floor with the attacker.

Gladio shut up then. Too many. If it had just been himself and Prompto he had no doubt that they would probably be dead by now. But out the corner of his eye he could see volleys of bullets and energy attacks, he could see their people weaving in and out of the Enemy. But they were definitely outnumbered.

He did his best to shield Prompto from the worst of it, tried to cut them off before they got too close to his lover so that he could pick them off at a distance. That was what his guns were for, after all. He could be at the other end of the corridor, he should have. He should... Gladio's blood ran cold when he heard Prompto's cry and turned to him just in time to see him damn well tackle one of the enemy soldiers. There was a gun shot and Gladio stumbled slightly, over his own damn feet he suspected, but he rightened himself and went barrelling toward Prompto to help him, calling out Prompto's name as he ran.

The other soldier he was fighting with struggled back as they wrestled. Prompto was just coming to the conclusion that this might not have been his smartest plan as he was quickly getting overpowered. He was pinned to the floor and a strong hand went around his neck right as Gladio came thundering back onto the scene- thank the Six he was alive! He could've swooned at the image of his gorgeous bursting through to save him! (Only a third of that was because he'd just been strangled, he swears!) If only his camera had been ready.. sigh.

There was blood, but honestly Prompto couldn't tell all that clearly if it was his, the enemy's, or Gladio's. He didn't exactly see how the soldier got knocked off of him, but he gasped for air and scrambled to get to his feet. With the amount of people around, he was a little impressed he didn't get trampled.

Gladio knocked into the Enemy Soldier with his shield, slamming him into the wall of the corridor with enough force that he had probably shattered more than a few bones. He would not be getting up any time soon.

By the time he turned back to Prompto, the blonde was up on his feet and Gladio moved to make sure he was at his side. "Stick close." He called to him, wishing he could give him more attention but it couldn't be afforded right then. The second he took his eyes off of the Enemy they would flood back in. He needed his focus to be on them. And now... now he was pissed. There was a low growl from the Shield, furious that these bastards would hurt his Prompto... He would make them regret it.

Blue Team Finale

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