Meet and Greet

Since the start of the season it was like a shock crawling down his spine. What did this mean for Ashen, for Venom? If she was blind, how could she answer a challenge? When Maverick spoke, his answer was perhaps a touch unwise. “I am her family.” He couldn’t help that growl slipping through. The protective drive of the Warlord pushed into place in the sudden understanding of the Empress’s weakness. Why had he moved the Armada so far away? Suddenly, he felt a desperate need to be at her back. If they found a cure? If they did not, Venom would be a target. How could he fix that, what could he do? Basilisk, perhaps. The boy had much to learn still, but he looked terribly impressive. One look at the giant of a wolf, and anyone would back down.

He turned to Maverick then, a small frown between his eyes. “I mentored her when she was a child, she is like a daughter to me. He felt the need to explain why he had growled. “Take Basilisk, until a cure is found. With him at your back, no one would bother you.” Or until you decide what to do. He said, turning his attention back to Venom. She couldn’t see the slight sheen of the desperate need to protect her in her eyes, but she could perhaps hear a touch of it in his voice.


"Sirius Fatalis"