Junkyard Bastion

Trip To Another...What?

<8:44am><Beckett's POV>

Well, we're back at the bastion. And I'd much rather not talk about last night.

...

Okay so maybe all three of us kinda just fell asleep in a pile. But it was cold last night, and they're like living heaters. Would I sleep in a pile with them again? Well, yeah absolutely. I'll probably ask again tonight.

But for now, I'm hanging out with my dad.

He ain't the best dad, he has his flaws—But he's still really awesome. I give him the small deer figure I carved and he adds it to the collection, then he does that dad—"Yep, my son made this," Pose.

Right now, we're repairing another bike. If your wondering why we don't use cars, it's because gas expires in like a few years. So unfortunately we can't just ride around in a truck and go around shooting zombies. Maybe some people figured out gas alternatives but otherwise it's impossible.

I force the new bike wheel on the holder, and I pat it for good luck. I grab some of the metal polisher and I take off my arm, to shine it off course. I use one leg to keep it in place and I use a cloth to rub in the shiner, tongue stuck out in concentration.

Someone slaps me on the back—hard. I drop the rag and I manage to grab my arm before it falls. Not bothering to see who it is, I use my arm as a weapon, smacking them in the stomach. "OWWW-" Oh. It's the troll.

"What are you doing here, Amy?" I hold my arm with confusion as I stare at her clutching her side. Bullseye.

"Well I just wanted to check up on my widdle baby brother" Her face contorted into some weird expression with her lips stuck out and I couldn't bare seeing it anymore. "Aren't you supposed to be with Nevaeh? Y'all are close these days." I turn to the side, with a grin.

She sputters a bit before finally forming a sentence; I thought she forgot how for a second—and I was starting to get happy. "W-well she's in the divisions rank testing right now.." she pouts, crossing her arms. I thought the division rank testing was not in a week or two?

When bastions team up, we get our strongest fighters and we make them into a division. There are usually two separate divisions in each bastion but again, teaming up will combine the twos powers. "Did you wish her luck?" I asked, now curious. "Of course I did." She remarks, her arms still crossed.

She's look so dumb when she does that.

Before I could say anything else, dad shoves the polish back into my hand. "I don't see your arm shinin'. Get to it." With a reluctant sigh, I grab the rag and I scrub the polish into my arm, getting every crack and crevice like dad taught me.

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I walk in my house to see Zeriah and Orion betting with little shiny paper clips and worn down coins. "What? No?! You bet on MY COIN. And you lost... so pay up." Orion sticks a hand in Zeriah's face and he swats it away. "You lost last round and pretended to lose your paper clip. I want my damn money." Zeriah scowls at him.

"Well I'm not giving you my paper clip until you give me your debt." Zeriah clicks his tounge—"Excuse me? Your indebted to ME. You have to pay first." Okay.. it seems they're a bit passionate about this. I might as well get some international radio readings, I haven't been keeping up lately.

I sneak past their arguing and I turn and twist the dials to the stations in France. They're winning, apparently—not without help of course. Germany is barely fighting, rumored to be moving out of their country as a last resort. Greenland is gone; or it's people, at least.

God, that's a painful reality check.

Sounds like Russia is doing alright, paired up with their neighbors. I twist the dials to the US, curious about the states around me. Before I could write anything down I get tugged onto the floor, I land with a grunt. I look up to see two weirdos staring down at me. "We... we could use him."

Orion nods quickly. "Yes... he's perfect.." He stares at me with shining eyes, his face looking almost mesmerizing. I break out in a cold sweat with nervousness, and I blushed a little—Use me for what? My mind wandered, and I gasp in surprise when they both hoist me onto my cot by my waist and legs, and they throw a paper clip and coin at me. "You're our bank. Keep those things safe for us 'Kay?" Orion explains carefully—Zeriah glares at him but then drops it to nod.

I hold the coin and paper clip carefully as I watch them argue about a candy wrapper with a silly face on it. "So... how's your bastion?" I suddenly ask Zeriah, insanely bored of their arguing. "I was gonna go back tomorrow." Tomorrow? Me and Orion share a look. "Oh.." I look out my window, watching a crow perched on one house.

I stare at it, and it suddenly stares at me. It's gaze pierces into my eyes, into somewhere I cannot name—I can't get myself to look away. I feel a tug on my leg. As I turn back—it flaps it wings, then flys away. "Beckett." Orion says, his serious tone catching me a bit off guard. "He said we could come with him!" He breaks out into a toothy grin and I smile back at the dummy. "Well.. It wouldn't hurt. But I gotta ask my dad."

...

All three of us stand awkwardly outside my dads house, and I begin to wonder if it's too late to take it back. Orion looks closer at the door and suddenly my dad barges out, slamming Orion in the face. "Jesus!-" Zeriah shouts in surprise. I suppress my laughter and I kneel down next to him, pressing a hand to his face to feel for anything broken. "Oh.. sorry 'bout that." My dad scratches his beard, not really looking sorry at all.

Orion grabs my hand, "I'm fine." He gives me a small smile before blood starts trickling down his forehead and I give him a look. I rip off a small piece of cloth from the hem of my shirt and I press it to his head, applying pressure. "Can I touch your metal arm." He says quickly, I almost didn't catch it. "Yes?" His hands run down the arm which held the cloth to his head, and he plays with a screw.

"Don't unscrew that, it connects my bicep and forearm." I warn him—He unscrews it anyways. I guess luck is in my side because half my arm smacked him straight in the balls. He immediately curls up like some armadillo, groaning in pain. I would feel bad but I told him not too. Zeriah is just watching, very amused and very much laughing.

I grab the other half of my arm and I screw the bolt back in, connecting a few more to make it secure. "Well what are you here for kid?" My dad asks. I forgot why we were here for a second. "Uhh.. Zeriah wants me and Orion to visit his bastion." My dad stares at me. I stare at him.

"I'm sending Amy with you."

"What?!"

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AN: well well well... I'm on a roll huh?!?!

Anyways.. idk if you guys notice where this is GOING (if you've been paying attention to the lore dumps.) but it's boutta get heated real quick. Prepare for the story to take an action-like turn.

BOOYAH😼🗣🗣