no justice in this world (and there never was) {snk plot}

throw it all away
let's lose ourselves
'cause there's no one left for us to blame
it's a shame we're all dying

I nervously await Captain Levi's response. The guy's fuckin' terrifying at the best of times. First thing we learned when training to be a Peacekeeper under him was not to get on his bad side. What they didn't tell us was that he doesn't have a good side - So just avoid him whenever possible. Bodt and I filed a good report, and Heichou seems somewhat satisfied with it, but not overly so.
"We can’t do it any other way, we don’t have the equipment, the Capitol is too busy piss-farting around to help us out properly." He growls, annoyed that he can't show off his 3DMG skills, no doubt. Heh, he's all about flaunting, huh?
"Arlert and Kristchein with myself, Braun and Bodt, we’ll do a quick look, see if we can come up with a plan."

So Captain Levi is bringing Coconut-head and Horse-face with us? Sweet. Could always use the extra company. Heichou has the personality of a poison-dart frog, and I can't be around Marco for too long without wanting to strangle him. Times like this I miss Bertholt and Annie - They get me. We set off as soon as he has dismissed the others, leaving the camp behind us. I take my sniper rifle with me, so we can get a good look from a distance, and in case we are ambushed or need to attack fast.

I miss the Capitol. I spent a good three months there without a single assignment. One or two came up, but the Captain didn't want me on the mission. I guess he thought this mission was my time to shine. He even put me in charge of setting up a base of operations. Of course I wanted to take this mission, heck I grabbed it with both hands. It's not every day you get given such a responsibility. It's just the Capitol is where I belong. It's where I need to be. There I can talk to Bertl, and Annie about how I'm feeling. I'm not allowed to talk to anyone else about my feelings - I'm not allowed, remember? Keep it to myself, or to them. We grew up together, remember? Remember, Reiner? Agh, my head hurts again. Why does it do that? So stupid.

That reminds me, I need to grab a coffee with Ymir when I get back. Need to talk to her.

"We could use the eggs," Armin's voice is barely audible, I wish the guy would speak up, we ain't gonna bite him, "If we steal them, we might be able to lure some the Macros away from the webs. That way we can actually make use of our gear with a smaller risk of getting trapped."
What a stupid fuckin' idea. These Macromantulas are predominantly female - They eat the males, who are vastly inferior, after laying their eggs, so that they can replenish the energy they lost. Like a post-childbirth snack. Taking the eggs would only piss off these lovely ladies, and we don't want to piss them off anymore than we need to.

"Nah, Armin, nah..." I shake my head, swinging my sniper rifle from my shoulder and clutching it with both hands. I scan left and right, gripping the barrel with one hand, and the trigger with the other. Got to stay on our toes, even out here. I look down at the blonde haired, baby faced male, who I have known since day one of training. He is someone I trust and consider a close friend. He always struggled with the physical side of becoming a Peacekeeper, and I tried to help him on many an occasion. Strangely, Armin never wanted any help. He didn't like being a burden to anyone. I have to admire his determination. I'd even go as far as to say that Armin is a more determined individual than Eren.

We press onwards on foot, through the thicket and into the dark woods, where sunlight is lost and we are shrouded in artificial nocturne. A breeze whips through, but I don't shiver. Reiner Braun is a tough guy who doesn't feel the cold - Right? He's a soldier. Playing at soldier again. Eh?
"If we take them eggs, the damn spiders are just gonna get pissed, man," I spit onto the grass, a foul taste in my mouth getting the better of me. I grin madly at the others, even at Heichou, who looks as grumpy as ever.
"Nah, but you're right about luring them away from the webs - If we get them in an area where we can use the 3DMG, this'll be a piece of piss!" I throw my rifle over one shoulder and swagger onwards towards where we mapped the nests at.

I don't mind being bait. Heck, I want to be. I know I'm the toughest of us five. Heichou's all talk and no show. I seen him fight Mutts before, and he's overrated because of his rank. His arrogance will be his downfall, for sure. I suddenly nudge Marco with an elbow, perhaps a tad harder than intended.
"What about you, huh Marco?" I grip the back of his neck, "You'd make great spider-chow - Why don't you distract them for us, eh?" I laugh wildly, releasing him, but not taking my eyes off him.

Armin Arlert

He could hear faint ticks and skitters of arachnid activity. He imagined hundreds of them infesting these webs, spinning silk and laying eggs and coating their fangs in liquid venom. It made his skin crawl. He lowered his gaze to a branch and listened for feedback. He was never confident in his strategies – it constantly felt like he was firing in the dark, making stretches when he should be keeping his lips shut and his mind open. He should’ve been taking up more time to think of more effective strategies. Time was essential, and they didn’t have much of it. The danger was too ripe, especially for the citizens of Seven if these creatures decided to expand their territory and hunt for new prey. Children, babies, they could all be consumed if they didn’t eliminate these pests soon.

Reiner spoke up, accent thick and familiar. He wasn’t fond of the inevitable maternal rage his strategy would summon. The idea of an emotional reaction was the purpose. A risky purpose, but it would lure them out of their nests to chase after their babies with new found enthusiasm. Would it increase their speed and aggression? Most definitely. But there was also a catch to keep in mind. Anger was not only dangerous to the enemy, but to the individual experiencing it, perhaps even more so. He thought of Eren; his best friend’s determination was beyond admirable. It was almost incomparable. But it was also excessive, and when Eren’s blood pressure reached staggering heights, so did his risk of screwing up. The same logic could be applied to lesser intelligent mutations.

The captain picked up on this logic. ”Anger makes you unwise, you do stupid things. And they’re fucking insects, as if they weren’t stupid enough, anger will make it easier.” he said, and Armin pursed his lips. They’re arachnids, not insects.

For his own sake, he remained silent.

Reiner, despite their grim situation, was laughing. ”You'd make great spider-chow - Why don't you distract them for us, eh?”

His gut stirred. He understood the desire to make the situation light-hearted, but the joke made him visibly uncomfortable. ”Eh, if they get me they'll probably want seconds.” Marco replied. Armin simply chewed the inside of his cheek and looked to his Captain for orders. If he agreed with the plan, now was the time to return to their camp and form a battle strategy, a real one. He anticipated a struggle. There was always an issue with assigning soldiers to different positions. There were always protests, always disagreements. They had a limited amount of time to deal with these conflicts.

Marco was one step ahead. He suggested that the slower cadets steal the eggs in order to keep the attention of the mothers. That means me. Of course if he voiced a potential strategy, he had to take his own sacrifices into consideration. The prospect of following through made him feel sick to his stomach. Having Macros on his tail, snapping at his spine and his neck, sent a shiver of fear through is abdominal. He didn’t want to do it, but he would. With their sluggishness in maneuvering, they would have to rely on the speed of their teammates to ensure their safety. It was terrifying in theory. In person, he imagined it would be ten times worse. He had to put forth a significant amount of faith in the rest of the squad.

He trusted them.

”I agree with Marco,” he said, nodding.