nightmare + f. odair✔

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The groan of protest from the hovercraft as it landed sounded throughout the small area.

The doors immediately opened, and people began filing out one by one.

Octavia Whether stood amongst them, clad in a pair of surprisingly flexible leathers pants and jacket, the white shirt she wore beneath peaking out of the collar.

Side by side with Katniss Everdeen and Gale Hawthorne, she walked towards the building they were to meet in.

"Welcome to District Two, I'm corporate Holmes. Follow me, please."

A young man dresses in similar attire spoke, an unfamiliar smile on his face. Octavia hesitantly returned it, walking alongside her friends? Allies? She wasn't sure what they were, but they weren't enemies. That was good enough for her.

A loud crash was heard from above, and Octavia immediately turned to duck, her hand flying to the sword that was sheathed on her back.

"Don't worry," Holmes assured, " that's how the loyalists say good morning."

"Pleasant," Octavia snapped, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder.

They reached the inside of the building. A tall woman with blonde hair stood at a table, a projecting emitting from the top.

They all surrounded the table, silent as they went.

President Coins face appeared on a screen, her graying hair shiny as ever. Octavia snorted at the thought.

"President Coin, we are indebted to you for the reinforcements and the mockingjay," the blonde woman began, greeting the president through the screen.

"But I'm not sure anyone outside of Two knows what we're up against," she pulled up a visual through the projection, "this is the nub, the Capitals headquarters for all offensive operations. It's manned by both military and civilian personel from District Two. As you can see, the fortess lies so far beneath the bedrock its untouchable."

The woman continued on, Octavia blanking out as she picked some cuticle off of her nail. War talk bored her. Immensely.

"We have the mockingjay, do not underestimate her. We could use her to arose support. She'll be able to sway some of the loyalists," Octavias head snapped up at Coins words, a smile twitching in her face as she glanced to Katniss.

"You've been underground a long time, madam Coin. This isn't like the rest of Panem. Support for the Capital runs deep here."

"Then there is no sacrafice too great. We need to control the arsenal inside that fortress. Even with every District in this alliance, we are outgunned," were Coins words.

"I refuse to put my people in a ground assault just to pillage weapons," Commander Pailor spoke up, her voice firm and unwavered.

"Commander Pailor, your people have suffered more than almost anyone else at the hands of the Capital-"

"Which is why I wont condone a mass suicide," Pailor cut off. Octavia raised a brow, locking eyes with Katniss.

She honestly just wanted to go home, to Finnick, her fiance, and to her sister who needed her more than ever.

"If we don't take District Two we won't get into the Capital."