have a bit of worship the ashes <3
Doc Tani appeared like a sleek-furred ghost beside him, having leapt the eight-odd-feet from a standstill. She settled on her haunches like sheâd been born to perch on a bombed-out wall, lit deathstick pinched between her carnassials. âPretty sunset. Get a good look, I guess, before Kadgalaar lands.â
The good doctor took a drag, then offered the smoke to him. Jaster filled his lungs.
âSheâs going to burn this planet down,â Tani continued upon reclaiming her deathstick.
âIâm close enough to burning it myself,â Jaster admitted, staring out at the ruins and the spectacular light show above. âThis is some shit.â
âYouâre not listening to me.â She twisted to face him, leaned a degree into his space. âYouâre not clan-bound, with a dedicated Armorer, right?â He wasnât; heâd been just one more clanless hopeful when heâd joined the Journeyman Protectors. In later years Ardanna had sponsored him and served House Mereel such as it was, but sheâd been very clear that she wasnât his Clan Armorer, to take his part and throw elbows on his behalf when push came to shove. Jangoâs Armorer certainly had little time for the man whoâd gotten a branch of their Clan wiped out.
Tani mrred. âI donât know how closely youâve worked with armorers before, real metal-singers, but theyâre fucked in the head. All of them. Comes with the territory.â Her tasseled ears danced with the force of her head-shake. âArlanovâla specifically is hot and cold between the best and worst goran alive. Thereâs kids involved, so sheâs going to try and make Hammerborn look like a two-legged strill by comparison. A drunk two-legged strill.âÂ
Tani stubbed out her deathstick and immediately lit another. That was the problem with those novelty sorts; the less objectionable the taste, the shorter the burn.
âHow many weapons and explosives are we packing, plus whateverâs already here? How much metal fixings in the Youngâs tunnels? Kriff, how much ore in the bedrock?â It was, Jaster knew, the Concordian Armorersâ collective hold on the planetâs beskar ore that held it more-or-less together, kept the magnetic fields flowing, kept the atmosphere from being stripped off in minutes.
âYou got yourself a battlefield armorer, Mereel. I hope youâre prepared for what that entails.â
âWhy dâyou know so much? About this armorer?â
âBefore I met Mij, we were engaged.â Tani answered his wince with a humorless twitch of her whiskers. âSo this is going to be fun. And by âthis is going to be funâ I obviously mean âthis is the nightmare scenario.â
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