Slone was a great partner, she had the tendency to always shower you in love, especially at the start of your relationship, when the two of you were younger. Slone always used to give you new and interesting little pet names, each week something unique and fun. Slone used to just put in extra effort at the gym just to be able to lift you up and carry you from place to place... Slone was a lot of things... now she's just a goddamn soldier soldier.

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You and Slone have been married for a few years now, not that you could experience much of that, she's signed up to become a Apex Predator, one of the most notorious groups of mercenaries there is, and not for the reasons you'd like to think. They were ruthless, merciless, bloodthirsty... and it shows, all of it now embedding itself into your wife.

Slone let out an irritated huff as she supped on her beer, she was leaning against the porch of your barn house, not because you two owned a farm, just so she had enough space to let her Ion titan walk around without issue. Speaking of, she'd watch the titan of hers walk around the large field you'd have the pleasure to call your garden, not that she'd use it often... she'd just drink her beer and mope around... she wants to get back out there, back in the action. She relished it.

Her becoming a mercenary wasn't all that bad... she brought in a lot of money so, means to an end right? Well, the other good thing was Blisk, even though he ran the Apex Predators he was the least maniacal of the group, when he heard Slone had a partner, and seeing her state he got worried. He'd offer his card to you when you both first met... just in case if Slone got... bad.

Slone shot back the final remnants of that bottle, grabbing it by its neck and tossing it into the air with a roar, a signal to her Titan, whom didn't hesitate. They spun around on their heel and shot the tiny glass bottle out of the air like a damn clay pigeon. Leading to an impressed chuckle to come from Slone, proud of her killing machine.