#alpha17

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.

“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: *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-!

omg!!

(maybe smth more with alpha17?)

“What’s the issue?”

“Melidaan,” they said in unison, in matching tones of frustration.

“It’s karked. Better to glass the damn place than try to rebuild like the kids want to.”

“You can’t mean that,” said Mereel, incorrectly.

Alpha’s eyebrow climbed. “Revitalization would take generations, a metric shitton of resources, and it would still be a fucking pit.”

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