Aev was drinking and stumbled into a figure behind her.
“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t know someone was behind me” she spoke over the crowd. turning with a drunk laugh, suddenly awe stricken the moment she meets eyes with a man with delicate scarring and broad shoulders. Holopad in hand, presence like an air strike to her focus.
“ahh you’re our gracious host, Aeviririn.” the man soft smirks within his statement.
He leans down raising Aev’s hand kissing the top. Lifting his eyes to meet hers before he stands up straight, a pocket chain dangling from his vest. “-thank you for having me, I’m Alpha-17.”
Aev could feel her expression falter as her face heats up; not from the fermented neon drinks but from the respectable dominance this clone had in front of her. She grasps her words faintly, “th-thank you for being here.”
Alpha lends a crooked grin, with unblinking eyes, slow releasing Aev’s hand. He leans in close to her face “Apologies, I hope you don’t mind.”
Hunched over her, reaching for her face cupping it at the bar. He gently glides the side of his calloused thumb across the corner of Aev’s lips, correcting the smudged lipstick from her drinks that smeared.
“There we go, you’re all set ma’am.” His serious focused gaze not leaving aev’s. he corrects his posture adjusting his tie, as her ears started burning red hot at what just happened. Heart racing.
The close proximity unchanging between them as the music, neon, and fog continued the ghoulish ambiance. His overshadowing coat creating an enclosed intoxicating focus from the rest of 79’s enjoyment.
On the other side of the bar, Fox took a second shot with Wolffe, slamming his glass onto the lit counter top.
Wolffe began, “so are you two official? Or is this something that’s under the table official like most of us?”
Fox made a twisted face at the aftertaste of Wolffe’s drink of choice. “We’re unofficially official, you know we can’t express our personal life like everyone else. We have a duty.”
“Does uuhhh, Aev know that-?” Wolffe cuts off in a worried tone.
Fox is running his hand through his hair pushing back his rouge gray waves from his eyes; picking up his pack of deathsticks, wincing as his own frustration. before he could open it he noticed Wolffe staring over his shoulder “-what!?” Fox shouted over the music in annoyance.
Fox turned to see where his vod was looking, to find Alpha-17 leaning over Aev pulling his hand away from her face. “dank farrik!!” Fox yelled! he slammed his fist onto the counter. “First the holo pic and now this?!?”
Fox pushed himself off the barstool, immediately caught by Wolffe. “Hooooollld on Fox’ika! Cool it!”
The push and pull motions on the other side of the bar were enough to catch Alpha-17’s senses. He took a hyperactive focus on what was going on before he realized why.
A glint of mischief ran across of his face, looking back to Aev, while making micro glances at Fox until he caught his attention. Fox was furious!!
Leaning into Aev who was holding a drink in one hand and holding her flustered expression with her other hand on her cheek. Alpha-17 leaned into her ear and whispered something to her before he met her gaze again. Aev nodded and he gave a nod with a respectful half bow in acknowledgement. He picked up his holopad and walked off.
Before Wolffe could regrasp Fox, he yanked himself away storming to Aev; angry, possessive, and buzzed.
Fox grabbed Aev’s shoulder spinning her towards him, jolting her from the flustered drunk haze to look up at him.
“Fox!” She shouted drunkly flashing a huge spotcka-enduced smile across her face.
“where have you been? I’ve been looking for you!” She giggled pressing herself against his front.
The anger evolving to flustered, as he holds back his rising temper, “we.. we need to talk Aev”.
“There are no others, anymore, unless someone else is in my same position. As to Rex’s squad, Kamino had strict quality control standards.” She did not growl, because she was not breathing. At last, he shared with her the plan he’d been turning over for the past few days. “If — when — the Grand Army of the Republic is made again, Jango won’t be the Prime. I’ll do it instead, and better; Kamino’s policies were shortsighted, impractical, and needlessly cruel. Help me to secure any Vod that has returned like myself and Kote and Helix, and—”
“Like hell.”
He paused. She took this as an invitation. “Like hell are you rebuilding the Republic’s Grand Army in your own image. I will not allow it.”
“You do not hold that authority over me.” Why was she suddenly opposed to improving the Vode’s upbringing? Surely she saw Prime couldn’t be allowed to do everything the same again? Priest was dead. There would be an opening for a different, better trainer. Hell, they could hand-pick every single one; with the True Mandalorians at full strength not a single one would have to be Kyr’tsad. His brothers would not be divorced from their roots, would not be livestock. Kamino could become a great covert, with an armorer at its heart.
Over the thrum of infrasound and the rattling ceramic, Arlanov’la hissed, “Do you hold your debt so cheaply? You sought my expertise and my help, and you will have both. If you settle for becoming a more polished version of the Prime you know and hate, I will kill you myself.”
She would do her level best, and Alpha did not know if he would be able to neutralize her, not short of killing her. She could kill him, he knew.
She did not, would not, refused to understand. She needed to. He needed her to, because otherwise he could become Prime in more than name. Of course the Cuy’val Dar had been shamed and distressed by the lack of an armorer and what they became as a result. She was the key to making the GAR better than it had been, a great Clan, or great House of many Clans, and she just needed to see that. She just needed to listen.
He needed to make her listen.
Alpha rose to the challenge as he always had, slamming his open hand down on the tabletop. The caf spilled. The lamps jumped, and one flame snuffed out. Her paired fangs glinted wetly in the dark. “War is coming, and it tears the galaxy apart. Worlds fall, billions die, the Jedi are dragged into the mud. The Republic needs an Army, or the droids will burn it all. My brothers are the best there have ever been. They stood when the Mandalorians crumbled, and we need them.”
“We are not the Republic, straining to hold its own bloated carcass together. We are Mandalorian, and we will not raise children to the slaughter, Alpha Seventeen,” she hissed, his designation wielded like a clanname, “because we have care for our souls. This is the Way.” Her offensive had his lungs quavering in his chest, and he could feel the arrhythmic flow of blood in his veins. Fear was not the same thing as awareness. Adrenaline prickled at his fingertips.
Alpha bared his teeth back, blunt force. “This is the Way, but you forget that I am not Mandalorian. I have no soul, and you have no fucking clue what’s coming. You’re dead by the time war breaks, armorer, and the True Mandalorians with you.” His idle imaginings of her thrashing the Cuy’val Dar, of her leading them, were less idle now. They could change it.
Kamino would bend to her will, the longnecks and Jedi alike could hardly withstand a woman that could stare down a murderous ARC and have the fortitude to declare, “If I must put you down, if I must leash you, to prevent atrocity, I will.”
when this killdozer x glass cannon ship dynamic of mine sets sail its gonna be OVER for you all
Alpha-17: Huh, wonder what's happening on the holo TV.
Alpha-17: *turns on holotv*
Newscaster:-Breaking news! The Supreme Chancellor was revealed to be not only be the Sith Master but the reason behind the war as well! Oh, I just got more information- He was reportedly killed by Marshall Clone Commander CC-1010 of the Republic Guard and a unamed Jedi Shadow-!
Alpha-17, turning off the holotv, already done: Look at that, the wall is so pretty.
I decided to go with the bicycle. I can use it to explore more of the map and the speed will go far for getting further in the early game. I can hopefully get more acid and the battery I need for the minibike. I think Ill go for it after the night of the 21rst. I get ready to go south to the newer buildings in a harder biome ... might be a mistake but I think it will be fun.
GETTING BICYCLE PARTS | Alpha 17 | 7 Days to Die | Part 21
Horde time night 14, we start off at the old shack and then head back to the jump drop bases. We have found the supply crate then stop at the traders for a sec. We invite a few zombies to the party for later and get back. I make a few barbed wire belts. We get up to the platforms and wait. FOR VULTURES for a second! Not a problem lets see how this bases holds up and talk about it after. Also there are a number of changes that could be done to make it better :)
