|megpie71 (megpie71) wrote,|
@ 2007-10-25 10:40:00
Fic Series: Murphy's Laws of Combat
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Title: Murphy's Laws of Combat: 3 - Never draw fire; it irritates everyone around you.
Rating: PG for minor swearing.
Summary: "Sephiroth could not understand why so many of the officers were glaring at him in the mess following his first engagement with the enemy."
It had seemed logical enough. He would go out in front of the troops to draw the enemy fire. His speed was sufficient to dodge most of the bullets, and he would be able to parry those he could not dodge. The enemy would be interested in taking down the new General from ShinRa, and would concentrate their fire on him, rather than on his forces.
Sephiroth could not understand why so many of the officers were glaring at him in the mess following his first engagement with the enemy.
It took three days before he was able to understand. Three days of the silent treatment from every single officer, and wariness from all the ShinRa toadies who had been sent out to try diplomacy. He had, in the end, learned why he was persona non grata by overhearing some of the troopers.
"Bloody hotshot," one of them had grumbled. "He can dodge bullets. We can't. But that dun't matter, do it?"
"Yeah, well, 'e's ShinRa, in't 'e?" another replied. "They dun't care 'bout the likes of us. They just wants the materia an' the mako. Troopers lives dun't matter none."
"Too bloody right," the first one grumbled back. "Still, dun't see why I should have to be killed 'cos some hotshot kid wants to make his name."
"'Ush up. Sergeant's comin'," a third voice whispered. The men fell silent, unaware of the slim figure who had heard their words twenty feet away, and was now reviewing the order of battle for the following day.