The Deviants, part six
The Wanderer Rebels
After finishing her lunch, Ava meandered around the base for a while before searching for her Wanderer friend to ask for help retrieving clothing and other items from abandoned houses.
She realized although she'd received an official tour, she hadn't allowed herself to walk around to get the lay of the land and memorize the important routes.
Or to allow her mind to drift from one thought to another.
As Ava strolled through the base's version of a strip mall, she thought of her parents, rubbing her heart locket.
How would've Mom and Dad felt about her living with Wanderers? Befriending them? Angry? Or just happy she was alive, safe, and surrounded by people she could call friends?
She chose to believe the latter, swallowing the lump in her throat. Even when they were upset with her, she knew they would always love her.
Ava brought her attention back to the shops, frowning. Yeah, she needed to supply them. Unfortunately, most of the shelves were barren, and the attendants looked bored, reading or cleaning to occupy their time.
Her resolve solidifying, Ava changed directions, heading for the workshops, where almost everything mechanical, technological, and structural was repaired.
It didn't take her long to find Nash spray painting the Deviant. Ava kept her distance, not wishing to inhale paint particles into her lungs. As it was, it smelled noxious and made her feel a little sick.
She managed to watch him do the finishing touches, though. Nash was so careful and precise with his work. Was his flying the same? She imagined so, being unconscious the one time she'd been on the Deviant.
Lifting his head, Nash stopped painting, peeling the filtration mask off his face before walking over. "Hey, I wasn't expecting you here."
"Well, it's not like I can call you."
Nash smirked, "What can I do for you?"
"I need a favor."
"Yeah, it's a bit dangerous, but I noticed many supplies, like clothes and toiletries for the humans, are running low." Ava took a deep breath. "And I was wondering if we could go to some of the abandoned houses and see if we can find any of that stuff?"
Nash stroked his chin, "You are correct about both issues."
"But the stores have been long since ransacked, so no use going there."
"True." He frowned, "And you want to go?"
"Yeah, it is my idea after all." Ava crossed her arms. "You can teach me to use a blaster if that will make you feel better."
"That would make me feel better."
"So, what do you think?"
"I would have to discuss it with Dae'lon first, but it's not a bad idea." Nash tilted his head, "Are you sure you want to join?"
"There may be things you wish not to see."
"I know, but I want to go."
"Very well, I will get us permission, and we'll go within the week."
Ava nodded, "Thank you."
She was tempted to ask the other question swimming around her mind but decided against it. She didn't want to spoil the good mood, well, her good mood.
Removing the rest of his protective gear, Nash walked past her, tilting his head, "Are you coming?"
"I'm going to ask the commander for permission."
Ava couldn't help the smile on her face, bounding after him.
"I don't know if this is a good idea." Dae'lon crossed his arms behind his back, pacing his small office.
"Why? We need the supplies, and there are plenty of abandoned sectors throughout the country." Nash stood his ground.
His commander raised a brow, "I meant the part where you want to take that human female with you."
"The idea itself is good, but there's a reason we generally don't take humans with us on missions," Dae'lon glowered, "especially the females."
"But Ava will know what to look for," Nash rested both of his hands on his hips, "I would only be guessing." He smirked, "After all, humans have slightly different needs than us."
"Alright, that is a fair point," Dae'lon stroked his chin.
"Also, she's waiting outside to explain further if you wish." He would've preferred Ava at his side to convey the idea, but that would have been improper on his part.
"No, that's okay," He raised a hand. "When would you do this?"
"In about a week, assuming Galen keeps himself out of trouble until then."
"And he wonders why I won't give him a ship."
Nash chuckled, "Besides, it will give me time to teach Ava some basic weapons and defense training." Which would his mind at ease to know she could protect herself.
Dae'lon sighed, "I suppose there's a reason why you're my second. Fine, I will allow this as a test run mission."
"Thank you, Commander."
"But if that female gets hurt, I'm shutting it down."
"Understood." Not that it would happen. Nash would make damn sure nothing happened to her.
"Very well, you are dismissed."
Bowing, Nash promptly left the commander's office, finding Ava waiting for him with an expectant expression on her pretty face.
"So, what did he say?"
Nash grinned at her, "He gave us permission."
"Indeed." he tilted his head, "We will be waiting a week."
"For Galen to fully recover," Nash wickedly grinned, "and to prepare you for the mission."
"Is that so?" Ava crossed her arms.
"Yes." He felt the excitement bubble in his stomach, "Now starts your basic training."
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