#alpha squad

I love these three dummies and I wish we got more of them as a trio (I'd be down to see Rogue mothering again with them + Trance and Roxxy)

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Grievous: Did you miss me?

The most chaotic thing known to man! Ya'll thought Hitler returning from hell was destructive? Well just wait until the alpha squad are decorating for Christmas!!!

They really love the holidays getting to loosen up the slightest bit and spend quality time together is something they wait for all year around and when December rolls through and snow begins to fall the squad go crazy!

No matter what safe room, stronghold, camp or bunker they are staying it's always decorated head to toe. They have it down to a simple list of jobs, some are on tree finding and decorating, some are on misc decorations for the rest of the bunker, some are cooking, some are setting up entertainment and the rest are scavenging for food. But its the alpha squad so nothing goes according to plan.

Something is set on fire, sometimes getting in to a fight, someone gets hurt or sick, the foods burnt, someone's trapped in a cocoon of tangled tree decorations! Theres screaming theres confused shouting someone's drank all the wine it's a mess, how they've survived the dead war this long is an anomaly not even schweiger can solve!

But they're trying their best and in the end they are still enjoying themselves and once things calm down it's pretty peaceful for once! They all really enjoy sitting around the fire eating and sharing stories, talking about past christmases, or just childhood memories. growing closer through the Christmas madness. Theres singing, dancing and games that take them well in to the night! And one by one they'll peacefully sleep with another happy if somewhat dysfunctional Christmas under wraps!

Cand you do a drabble based off this thought please?

I cand! (just teasing ;D) 

I will preface this with a simple fact: Until she was 5/6, Asha was the only omega kid. So she is protective of her family in general. 

Also, who did Jackson say that pissed her off? Who knows. That’s not why you’re here XD

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There’s plenty of things Asha West-Wayne does and doesn’t know. She knows Mama and Baba love her. She knows that Uncle Jai-Jai and Aunt Li make too many puns. She knows why there’s no pictures of her parents when Mama was pregnant. 

But, like the rest of her cousins, she doesn’t know why Alpha squad continues to be assholes. Especially after Uncle Jon lost it on them when Aunt Mar’i was in the hospital. Yet while the omega kids watch their parents train, Jackson had the gall to walk in and, seeing Damian catch Luke as the toddler runs by. 

“Don’t forget to wash the blood off your hands first, murderer.”

Asha sees her father’s face drop. Sees the way his eyes drop, tension returning to his relaxed fact. 

She knows why it’s there, why Jackson called Baba that. 

“Mr. Jackson?” She bounds up to him.

“Huh? What do you want?” Jackson looks down at the 10 year old in her gi. 

“Well, Baba was showing me how to block hits and I had a question for you.” She sees the look Charlie gives her, confused at Asha’s innocent voice. “Can your powers really block everything?”

“What makes you think they can’t?”

“Aunt Kathy can only block what she can see.”

“Well, I’m way more powerful than that- UGH!”

No waiting for him to finish, Asha kicks straight up between his legs. As the meta falls to his knees, holding his groin, the other kids burst out laughing. Not one adult makes a move to scold Asha.

“Moron.” Asha turns on her heel, walking back to her father.

“Aren’t you going to do something?” Jackson grunts in pain.

“Baby flower,” Damian sounds as if he’s scolding her, but she sees the twinkle in his eye. “Mind your ankle next time you do a front kick like that. Don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Her?!”

Damian raises an eyebrow at Jackson as Asha wraps her arms around his waist, “Yes. It’s part of my job as her father.”

“‘iinah lays dhkyana jdana , 'alays kdhlk , baba?”

I'm sorry I can't tell you many. Otherwise I must discreetly fear for my life.

But...

A couple of the Null ARCs, including for example Null-11 (Ordo) have told us stories of monsters living on other planets. They wanted to scare us.

One evening, after closing time two of them snuck into our barracks and ran consumed recordings of animals sounds.

Some of us got so scared in the bunkers that they screamed. 12, 34, 59 and 98 even fell down in shock. 17, 30 and 66 were running after the Nulls in rage.

Jango found N-12 (A'den) in the middle of the night, pushed to the ground by three 7 year olds. A-17 had bitten his leg, A-30 had leaned on his arms and A-66 was sitting on his back. The other Nulls laughed at A'den.

Jango ignored it and went back to sleep.

A-77/ Captain Fordo

Here is the next chapter! Sorry for the wait!!! Special thanks to everyone who liked my post!!!

They had lost contact with North and CT.

 South had to be held down by Florida when the shouting had first started over the radio. They could not hear much more than the tone of their voices over the static. He had nearly lost his grip when North had cried out the first time. His voice, some alarms and shouting could be heard over the static but since they hadn’t called in back up, they couldn’t move. Florida had completely lost his grip on her when they stopped hearing bullets and only heard static.

 By the time Florida had recovered from South digging her elbow into his gut she was already confronting the two crimson soldiers with guns pointed to their heads. South was angry and she wasn’t going to back down any time soon. Florida let out a sigh and tried to contact the others. No dice. It was all static. With a curse Florida turned his coms off completely. They wouldn’t be able to bail them out even if they could reach any of the others. There was no reason to worry the others.

 “Alright Asshats what did you do with the others?” And there went any hope of grabbing South before they realized they were there. Florida meandered into the room as South made her demands.

“Now hold on little lady.” Oh, no this motherfucking son of a bitch did not just go there. The man in crimson they had seen before turned to look directly at South. His arms were raised but his tools were still in his hands. “What’r-” South cut the man off with a sharp jab of her gun into his visor.

“Shut the fuck up old man! Both of you put your tools down and, you in the burgundy tell me what you did to the others.” South’s demand was punctuated with another jab of her gun.

“Look, Darlin’ nobody is going to order me around in my own base of operations. Now what in Sam Hill r’you talking about?” The man’s accent was coated in stubbornness and he crossed his arms, his tools still in his hands. Florida let out a sigh the man was, apparently, not going to back down to South.

South apparently realized the same thing since she let out a growl that was more animal than human. The heat of her glare from behind her visor was enough to be felt by people that didn’t know her because the burgundy man cringed and flinched. “Shut the hell up and drop what is in your hands.”

“Ummm. I ughhh.” The burgundy man stuttered. Not one coherent word left his mouth as the burgundy soldier fumbled to drop his screwdriver. South was angry and this man’s blathering was only making it worse. The crimson man’s arm raised to stop his associate from dropping what was in his other hand. “Son, don’t drop the sold-”

South lost her very short temper then and there. “Shut the fucking hell up and drop your fucking tools you sons of bitches before I put more holes in the both of you motherfuckers than swiss fucking cheese!” The woman had apparently lost it in her anger, as she brandished her gun again. The burgundy man dropped the rod with a yelp.

Florida let out a long-suffering sigh it looked like he would have to play nursemaid to another one of South’s tantrums. Where was North when you needed him? Florida had wanted to take care of the interrogation. He had even brought his interrogation kit on the mission in case things had gotten messy. He had left his tools back at the ship because he hadn’t thought that any interrogation would happen on the field and his field kit was on the Mother of Invention under repair. With one more sigh Florida took a step closer to South. He better try and rein her in or she would kill their hostages before they spilled their guts.

“Now, young ma’am, how about you give them a moment to answer you before you scratch that itchy trigger finger.”  That was a good start, maybe it wouldn’t end in a big mess he would have to clean up. “Shut the fuck up old man.”

Or maybe not.

“Now back up.” The burgundy man did. Backing up until he hit the table they had been working at. The device they had been working on wobbled. “Now, what have you done with the others?” South took one step closer to the man in crimson, stepping over the tools that his compatriot had dropped.

“Look darlin, calm down. You can’t just come in here, wave around a dinky pistol, and make ridiculous demands without clarifying anything.” The man in red spoke, stepping in front of the burgundy man, his southern twang was clear but instead of the angry and stiff drawl it held before it was different. It still held a tense and disapproved undertone but the man was trying to be gentle, or as close to gentle as a six-foot-seven man in power armor could be. “Who’r you and who’r you looking for?”

The man in burgundy was cowering behind the other. It almost looked like he was reaching for something. Florida picked up the screwdriver the he had dropped before and threw it at his hand. The man let out another yelp as the screwdriver left a dent in his gloves plating. The machine rocked again, as the hiss hand collided with it, nearly tipping over. Both men jerked, the burgundy man moving to grab the machine and the crimson man moving to cover his compatriot.

“Well, look at that. You better answer my angry friend here. That is unless you want me to embed this doohickey into your visor, friend.” Florida reached to grab the metal rod that the burgundy mad had dropped.

“NO, WAIT!” The burgundy man cried out as Florida’s Kevlar glove gripped the metallic tool.

After drawing Adam for my final Huevember piece I realized that it's time to finally draw some Alpha Squad content! So here are some doodles of Adam being dorky with his partners because I love this boy now!