Furiosa pays attention to the tactical discussion briefly, but her main attention is on the landscape around them. The cliff's edge is what worries her. A sudden attack from the forest could hem them in, force them to back into it, until they're between enemy fire and a sheer drop.
She's seen worse, but it's not a great prospect.
Supply runs are sometimes like this. When she was the Imperator for Joe's Citadel, the cargo was the most important thing to bring home. The vehicles, second. The people were not even in the equation. She always resented that. And she found ways around it. Cranes on the back of the Rig to let War Boys save their comrades from flaming escort cars. Extra rigorous training within the crew--if someone's going out on purpose, you let them, but if they need a hand, you give them a hand, not a Witness.
But really, in those days, the cargo they carried meant nothing more than a little extra wealth in the hands of the Triumvirate. A little more strength to lord over the rest of the people around them. And Furiosa would have traded it for the people she commanded every single time, if she could have.
Today she doesn't have that option. This is it. And once she's assured she's not about to drive into a minefield, she takes a breath, grits her teeth, and goes.
She pulls up and cuts the engine, not to waste fuel, and she's just in time to hear Natasha's question and get a look at what she's talking about.
"Mothers," she says softly, and it's both an answer and an exclamation. "That's Lady Autumn's work. Has to be. I saw some of it being done. It all of this Hers?"
no subject
She's seen worse, but it's not a great prospect.
Supply runs are sometimes like this. When she was the Imperator for Joe's Citadel, the cargo was the most important thing to bring home. The vehicles, second. The people were not even in the equation. She always resented that. And she found ways around it. Cranes on the back of the Rig to let War Boys save their comrades from flaming escort cars. Extra rigorous training within the crew--if someone's going out on purpose, you let them, but if they need a hand, you give them a hand, not a Witness.
But really, in those days, the cargo they carried meant nothing more than a little extra wealth in the hands of the Triumvirate. A little more strength to lord over the rest of the people around them. And Furiosa would have traded it for the people she commanded every single time, if she could have.
Today she doesn't have that option. This is it. And once she's assured she's not about to drive into a minefield, she takes a breath, grits her teeth, and goes.
She pulls up and cuts the engine, not to waste fuel, and she's just in time to hear Natasha's question and get a look at what she's talking about.
"Mothers," she says softly, and it's both an answer and an exclamation. "That's Lady Autumn's work. Has to be. I saw some of it being done. It all of this Hers?"