Whumpril 17 - Cursed
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Whumpril 17 - Cursed

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Shriek Fever
Imperial Intelligence had learned a lot from Cipher Agent Thirteen. As the first of Intel’s reptavian werebeasts, he was placed squarely on the cutting edge of that arena of science, whether he intended to be or not. Neither bird, nor reptile, nor fully mammal anymore, Thirteen had become a grab bag of werebeast fun.
He showed Intel the need for the reptavian to shed its skin – sometimes in rather spectacular and gruesome ways.
He showed them the need for the reptavian to molt, despite inconveniences to mission timelines.
He showed them the need for a rather carefully curated diet, the desires of both the hawkbat and the human body fighting to be known with preferences that became difficult for Thirteen to spell out.
Reptavian werebeasts were not low maintenance. The merging of mammalian genetics with reptavian – once thought to possess fundamental incompatibilities, until Thirteen unexpectedly survived his first transformation – certainly led to a number of quirks that were not for the faint of heart, or for a Watcher with a lesser opinion of himself than Five.
However, it did prompt the conclusion that the genetic fusion of such dissimilar species would preclude most, if not all, independent maladies. It was listed such in Thirteen’s medical record:
RISK OF HUMAN ILLNESS: UNLIKELY
RISK OF HAWKBAT ILLNESS: NOT APPLICABLE
So, while Thirteen received all the standard inoculations for human agents, per protocol, it was deemed unnecessary – even risky – to burden him with a vaccination series meant for a species completely incompatible with his own.
That conclusion was wrong.
Whumpril 25 - Clingy
Lean on me, the wolf finally said after a long suffering sigh, her voice tight and terse.
She did not want him to. The thought of any part of him resting against her was repulsive, but she was just as unwilling to leave him hobbling in the distance as she was to take him on her back. With gritted teeth, she let herself support him, and ease some of the weight on that troublesome leg.
She wasn't expecting the way Five not only leaned in, but lifted his hands to her face, the movement instinctive and unexpectedly needy. Ahuska stiffened, holding her breath, waiting for him to realise what he was doing, but he did not seem prepared to move in a hurry.
In his mind, he was holding his hawkbat.
Swtor-tober 06: My idea of fun
Five loves exercising hawkbat!Thirteen with a lure. Nothing quite like it for working on that aerial speed and agility!
Well that was an experience and a half. Solving the saga to GET HERE was fun (especially with Thirteen's infiltration and Five's riddle solving coming into play) but dealing with that glitchy hellscape at the end was another matter entirely.
Boys got their endurance buff though!

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Whumpril 18 - Proof of Life
The holo crackled; briefly, the image lit up in front of them. Crow and Torian stood back to back, blaster bolts whipping around them. “We’re the only ones left,” Crow didn’t look into his comm as he spoke, as focused on deflecting the bolts as he was. “Got some damage to my wing but…” “We’re going to be overrun,” Torian cut in, his voice weary but determined as he lined up another shot.
The other signal interrupted him, and Vette looked far more harried than the others. “They’re gonna squash me like a bug. I need help here…!”
Five and Thirteen exchanged a look.
“You go for her,” Five said, setting his hand on the massive monster hawkbat’s beak. “You can cover the distance better.” Thirteen knew it was the sensible choice, even if he was loathe to leave his Watcher to carry on alone, and even more furious not to be immediately taking off after Crow. He warbled softly, pushing his head forward to press his beak against Five’s cheek before kicking off into the sky.
Five looked back at the comm, but the signal had already cut out. “Just hold on,” he murmured, before trading out the comm for a stimpak and jamming it into his leg. It was time to move.
–
The hawkbat was swift, and lethally efficient.
Five’s momentum was hindered, however, as even with the stims his leg was wearing on him, and he found himself leaning heavily against a tree before it gave out completely. He told himself Crow could handle whatever was being thrown at him. Even if his cybernetics were damaged, he was quick, sharp, strong, and as lucky as they came. With Torian at his back, he’d be fine. He’d be fine.
Still, while Five waited for his next round of painkillers to set in to let him continue without blacking out, he tried to comm them again.
Expecting at worst to receive no response, Five felt a hideous chill when instead it was Vaylin that answered.
“I seem to have acquired a couple of your pet Mandalorians,” she sneered. “I didn’t realise some of them came with lightsabers, but, oh, that’s not an issue any more…”
“Don’t you lay a hand on them,” Five hissed, grateful that she at least didn’t seem to recognise Crow, didn’t realise just how important one of her captives was to him. Or to Thirteen.
“Now now. I’m the one calling the shots here, aren’t I? If you’d like to see them again, come to the co-ordinates I’m sending, and bring your other little pets along. The fancy bird that my father lives in, and the pretty white wolf that keeps stitching you all back together.”
“You let me speak with my men first,” Five countered. “Prove to me you have them alive.”
“That’s not how this works,” Vaylin answered, laughter in her snide, sing-song tone. “You have my terms, and you’d best meet them quickly. They’re counting on it.”
Swtor-tober 12 - Let them cook
Taking this one nice and literally because Five is an absolutely insufferable gourmet. The kitchen is his safe space, and cooking is his love language; to have a meal prepared by him is to know that he thinks highly of you, or needs something from you.
Whumpril 09 - Tremors
They walked, side by side in deathly uncomfortable silence, single minded unity of purpose the only thing keeping their simmering thoughts at bay.
Five loathed how many of his own steps he needed to match such a casual looking pace for the wolf, though he didn’t dare suggest slowing down.
Ahuska saw the way he shook. The way the pace was wearing at him, the tremor in his bad leg every time it took his weight. And still he walked doggedly on, as stubborn and proud as always. Idiot.
Finally, after catching a grimace that she was fairly sure he’d hoped for her not to see, she came to a halt, paws firm on the ground, head lowered as she waited for him to acknowledge that she’d stopped.
“What?” Five uttered, when he finally paused to look over his shoulder. “Have your wolf senses started tingling? Is the Force whispering secrets at you?”
She wrinkled her muzzle in a sneer, then answered softly, pressing her words directly into his head. Your leg. It’s slowing you down. I can try to do something for that. “I’m fine,” he snapped, turning swiftly back about and striding off again. She was beside him again in an instant. Why are you such an ass about getting help?