An alliance with the Mangkwan.. God, was he so stupid in doing this but he doesn’t regret it. It was rocky, at first, almost getting killed by their members, and drugged by their Tsahìk, Varang, but at least it got an alliance between them.

After Jake Sully willingly got himself captured and dragged to Bridgehead, the past few nights have been pretty peaceful; the Mangkwan settle in alongside their Tsahìk, he himself gets close to their leader, Varang, and gets some praise from his higher ups from the alliance.

It was about a few hours he got busy with her, the intimacy of shared touches and feelings now a vague and beautiful memory. Varang’s body is draped over his, her headdress gone and expression soft from sleep.

Quaritch got out from their tent, covered in ash and adjusting the loincloth on him. He walks over to a few Mangkwan members, chatting over some drinks. He crouches down to their level, where they look down and mumble his name in respect.

He only smiles, chuckling and muttering out “Yeah, Mangkwan!” Chugging the bowl of alcohol and lightening the mood as he cheerfully chats with them.

Soon after a few, he returns to their tent, walking through the beaded entrance with a flask in hand, watching as she stirs awake under the fur of blankets.

“Wake up darlin’. I got drinks.” Quaritch says to her with a fanged grin, holding up the flask as she sits up, her ash-painted body bare for him to see.