RED

Chapter 6

#Reds POV

   Looking out to the lush, thick jungle, far ahead of me, I stood as still as a statue as I waited for C'larac to inform me of Graces condition. It pains me that I had caused her such harm. But I do somewhat thank it. It's kind of allowing me to see C'larac again, and even though I may not be able to communicate with him, I can still try and figure out just who he is.

   After another few minutes of utter silence out here, with the exception of the massive grey Elite sitting on the ramp to my right, C'larac finally emerged from the ship.

"She'll be fine, big guy", he informed me, coming around to stand beside me. Looking down at him, I met his grey eyes. "She's strong. But you are far larger than she, and you have to keep that in mind, son", he added, looking out in the distance.

   He used that word again. Son. I looked forward again, remembering that, that word meant a male child of someone. Flattening my ears, I started to feel something again. That same weird feeling when I first met him, but this time it was far stronger.

   "Hrr....", I grumbled, looking back down at him. He met my eyes with his, rubbing his sore wrist.

   "What is it, big guy?", he asked, tilting his head. He flexed his mandibles a little.

   I bent down and pointed at his chest, then to my own, and back to his mouth. 'Who are we to each other?', I thought, wanting him to get what I was trying to ask.

   "You want to know who you are to me?", he asked. I straightened up quickly, nodding and shaking his shoulders. "Hah! Okay okay! We'll do a DNA test, big guy", he laughed, holding up his hands to tell me to stop shaking him. I complied, my ears trained on him.

   He pulled out a small needle, and I jumped back, growling. He noticed and spoke.

   "Hey. It's fine. It's just a prick and nothing more, I promise big guy,", he muttered, holding out the needle for me to clearly see it. I crouched down, holding out my arm to him, and looking away. I kept like this until he clicked his fingers. "All good, Red. Now I'll run the tests, and see if we actually are related. If not, I'll still probably call you my son, as I take it you never had parents? Pah, it'll be fine, I've got faith!", he called before vanishing into the ship.

   He spoke as he walked away, nodding to his comrade on the ramp, before entering the ship. I stood back up, and continued my stance as a statue watching the forest in the distance.

   I do want him to be my...father... It feels weird to say, but it's true.

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   Grace is still asleep, well from what I know. It's been an hour at least, and I haven't heard from C'larac yet. Is he done? Or is he checking on Grace? I didn't know, but the silence from the ship was now starting to worry me.
   Whoosh
   Whipping my head around to look at the ramp, I noticed that the door to the ship that was closed before, was now open. Turning to face the ramp, C'larac came out, with Grace at his side.

#Graces POV
15 minutes prior

   Waking up with a sudden jolt, I sprung up into a seating position, before letting out a scream, at the sight of the purple Covenant Elite in front of me.

   He wore no armour, and only a cloth that covered his loincloth beneath like what Yautja typically wear, and his eyes were wide in shock. I continued to scream, before he spoke.

   "Relax Ooman! I am no threat!", he told me, holding out his alien hands in a gesture to show no weapons and to try to calm me. "I am C'larac. Elite, and healer, Ooman. I mean you no harm. Red brought you to us for healing, and I treated you. You just need rest, and you'll be perfectly fine", he calmly explained.