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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: Tao was going to die. There was no question about it. He and Takeo might have been enhanced to withstand the pressures of space, but they still needed air, and they had a limited supply.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 795
Status: Complete
Tao was going to die.
There was no question about it. He and Takeo might have been enhanced to withstand the pressures of space, but they still needed air, and they had a limited supply.
He could hear Takeo's shallow breathing over the comm at least, but Takeo had stopped responding to him, stopped moving.
Just - shit. Takeo's suit had sealed over the wound -Tao had checked that much before jamming the helmet on and throwing them out the airlock- but he didn't know how deep the piece of metal had went.
Or how Kranz had been able to control the ship like that.
Except Tao did know. Had seen Kranz punch right through Shark and Tao had felt the energies change around them, the lights around Kranz flashing in tandem before going steady. Kranz had dropped Shark's lifeless body at his feet.
Tao could calculate the odds; that was what he'd been enhanced to do.
They'd fought noblesse before. Won against them with no trouble.
They'd never come across a noblesse that was the size of a fucking planet before. This one was red and vaguely bird-shaped, its wings three times the size of its body. Its feathers shone like beams of light, fading in and out of sight like a flickering flame.
Even if Kranz did suck out the energies of all the DA-5 and controlled the entire ship with his thoughts, there was no way he'd win.
Tao had ran. Right into Takeo and Takeo was the one who'd gotten the metal through the gut as part of the ship twisted with a screech at Kranz's roar and stabbed towards them.
And here they were, floating in space with no chance of surviving. But it was better than being used as fuel for Kranz.
Tao exhaled, making sure he had a tight grip on Takeo, keeping him close. Once they died, rigor mortis would set in and maybe they'd eventually drift into a planet's gravity field and burn up together that way. That would be nice.
Tao could feel his right side warming up. Or maybe the noblesse would come after them instead. He looked over to see the noblesse...shrinking? It was still coming towards them, its form changing to a human's, though the wings stayed, attached to its back like a vengeful angel.
It had chosen the shape of a man with shoulder-length black hair wearing a white battle spacesuit that almost looked the same as Tao's. With a cravat for some reason. It didn't wear a helmet or gloves.
It stopped in front of Tao and he edged Takeo away from it, even knowing how futile that was. This close, Tao could see the wings were still moving. Not like feathers fluttering together, but with arcs of light moving across them.
Like solar flares.
Tao sucked in a breath, his eyes widening. They'd just attacked something that was the embodiment of a star.
The other noblesse Tao had seen... They hadn't been this powerful.
The noblesse lifted a hand, holding it out to Tao.
He stared and when he glanced at the noblesse's face, the noblesse smiled.
One chance. He had one chance.
It could be a trick, the noblesse burning through him as soon as they touched, but it was a better death than getting the life sucked out of him or asphyxiation.
Tao reached out.
He could feel the noblesse's warmth through his suit when it held him, and the noblesse drew him and Takeo close, its wings enveloping them.
Then Tao's vision went red.
He grabbed Takeo when gravity pulled at them, keeping him upright. When Tao could see again, he was met with familiar chrome walls. It wasn't a Union lab -there weren't any tables with restraints- so with all that machinery, it was a regular med-bay.
"Mast-?" The blond noblesse blinked at them and then nodded. "This way," it said, turning to one of the tables. "Does your friend have any allergies?"
"No?" Tao answered, following it, because what else was he supposed to do?
"Good." The noblesse's suit was changing to that of a surgeon's. This one didn't have wings like the other one, but that had to be because it had better control over its powers. "You can take your helmet off once you've set your friend on the table; the air is breathable." It gestured to the surgery table.
"What are you going to do?" Tao asked instead.
The noblesse arched an eyebrow at him. "Save him, of course."
It was? Tao stepped back once he'd set Takeo on the table, watching the noblesse bustle around him, knowing exactly what to do.
He pressed his fingers to his helmet and lifted it, taking in a deep breath of clean air.
Tao fell back against a table, shaking, his hands gripping the edges the only thing keeping him upright.
They were going to live.
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Written for the prompt, 'Imagine your OTP stranded in deep space, holding on to each other as they wonder if they’ll be rescued before their oxygen runs out.'
I feel like I should write out what happened before Takeo and Tao are out in space properly rather than recollections, hmmm.
Influenced by dogmatix's phoenix!Obi-Wan.
Summary: Tao was going to die. There was no question about it. He and Takeo might have been enhanced to withstand the pressures of space, but they still needed air, and they had a limited supply.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 795
Status: Complete
Tao was going to die.
There was no question about it. He and Takeo might have been enhanced to withstand the pressures of space, but they still needed air, and they had a limited supply.
He could hear Takeo's shallow breathing over the comm at least, but Takeo had stopped responding to him, stopped moving.
Just - shit. Takeo's suit had sealed over the wound -Tao had checked that much before jamming the helmet on and throwing them out the airlock- but he didn't know how deep the piece of metal had went.
Or how Kranz had been able to control the ship like that.
Except Tao did know. Had seen Kranz punch right through Shark and Tao had felt the energies change around them, the lights around Kranz flashing in tandem before going steady. Kranz had dropped Shark's lifeless body at his feet.
Tao could calculate the odds; that was what he'd been enhanced to do.
They'd fought noblesse before. Won against them with no trouble.
They'd never come across a noblesse that was the size of a fucking planet before. This one was red and vaguely bird-shaped, its wings three times the size of its body. Its feathers shone like beams of light, fading in and out of sight like a flickering flame.
Even if Kranz did suck out the energies of all the DA-5 and controlled the entire ship with his thoughts, there was no way he'd win.
Tao had ran. Right into Takeo and Takeo was the one who'd gotten the metal through the gut as part of the ship twisted with a screech at Kranz's roar and stabbed towards them.
And here they were, floating in space with no chance of surviving. But it was better than being used as fuel for Kranz.
Tao exhaled, making sure he had a tight grip on Takeo, keeping him close. Once they died, rigor mortis would set in and maybe they'd eventually drift into a planet's gravity field and burn up together that way. That would be nice.
Tao could feel his right side warming up. Or maybe the noblesse would come after them instead. He looked over to see the noblesse...shrinking? It was still coming towards them, its form changing to a human's, though the wings stayed, attached to its back like a vengeful angel.
It had chosen the shape of a man with shoulder-length black hair wearing a white battle spacesuit that almost looked the same as Tao's. With a cravat for some reason. It didn't wear a helmet or gloves.
It stopped in front of Tao and he edged Takeo away from it, even knowing how futile that was. This close, Tao could see the wings were still moving. Not like feathers fluttering together, but with arcs of light moving across them.
Like solar flares.
Tao sucked in a breath, his eyes widening. They'd just attacked something that was the embodiment of a star.
The other noblesse Tao had seen... They hadn't been this powerful.
The noblesse lifted a hand, holding it out to Tao.
He stared and when he glanced at the noblesse's face, the noblesse smiled.
One chance. He had one chance.
It could be a trick, the noblesse burning through him as soon as they touched, but it was a better death than getting the life sucked out of him or asphyxiation.
Tao reached out.
He could feel the noblesse's warmth through his suit when it held him, and the noblesse drew him and Takeo close, its wings enveloping them.
Then Tao's vision went red.
He grabbed Takeo when gravity pulled at them, keeping him upright. When Tao could see again, he was met with familiar chrome walls. It wasn't a Union lab -there weren't any tables with restraints- so with all that machinery, it was a regular med-bay.
"Mast-?" The blond noblesse blinked at them and then nodded. "This way," it said, turning to one of the tables. "Does your friend have any allergies?"
"No?" Tao answered, following it, because what else was he supposed to do?
"Good." The noblesse's suit was changing to that of a surgeon's. This one didn't have wings like the other one, but that had to be because it had better control over its powers. "You can take your helmet off once you've set your friend on the table; the air is breathable." It gestured to the surgery table.
"What are you going to do?" Tao asked instead.
The noblesse arched an eyebrow at him. "Save him, of course."
It was? Tao stepped back once he'd set Takeo on the table, watching the noblesse bustle around him, knowing exactly what to do.
He pressed his fingers to his helmet and lifted it, taking in a deep breath of clean air.
Tao fell back against a table, shaking, his hands gripping the edges the only thing keeping him upright.
They were going to live.
Written for the prompt, 'Imagine your OTP stranded in deep space, holding on to each other as they wonder if they’ll be rescued before their oxygen runs out.'
I feel like I should write out what happened before Takeo and Tao are out in space properly rather than recollections, hmmm.
Influenced by dogmatix's phoenix!Obi-Wan.