that little shithead that ruins everything

—Alpha didn’t even pause as he sat with his meal. “Only one skraan per day. We’re rationing. You had yours.” He gave a smallest of shrugs, then dug into his food. 

-- Alpha-17

.....Sometimes you survive the things that were meant to kill you, even when you wished you hadn’t.

“--Seidon.” Alpha said as he looked up from his work, his brow already arching in inquiry to why she was calling for him. Of course, despite all appearances, he was hardly perturbed by her interruption. It had been some time since he had seen her. He wouldn’t admit it, to her or himself, but he found her absence in his daily life....unsettling.

“--A slight overreaction to the chain of event.”

“--I didn’t take you for a man drawn to flowery prose, Two-Six. My suggestion; Stick to what you are trained for and leave the poetry for those who have time for it.”

“--It has come to my attention that some of the Generals have taken an issue with the troop’s language....”

--As if to betray him, Alpha's stomach growled loudly. He could hardly deny his need for sustenance at this point. "I am not redeploying. Yet." He stated as he unfolded his sore frame from the bunk he was seated. He approached her, his eyes flicking between her and the door, and unspoken acceptance of her offer.

--Stoically blinks. Opens mouth as if to speak, but then closes it and just shakes his head.

-- OFFICIAL REQUEST DENIED --Two-Six, The ARC training program is not looking for a theme song, despite your numerous submissions. -- Alpha One Seven