Gabatrix: Force and Vehemence

Chapter 6: A Little Bit of Salt. A Little Bit of Pepper

"I wish to talk to Girsha'lar," Bransen requested.

The two armored Yutilian guards looked at each other. It was challenging to read their faces as the wrap armor blocked their facial features. They shifted their short rifles. Despite their shorter height, the Yutilian troopers were menacing-looking. It would have been an easy fight for them if they had ever turned on the man. However, their goal seemed well-centered. They weren't going to budge.

It had been almost a half-hour. The medical ward of the arena was well-placed and proper in design. It consisted of numerous beds that could be enlarged to accommodate the different sizes of Itreans. Medical staff and doctors were similarly dressed as the two Shal'rein brought Girsha'lar to the ward. Separate enclosed rooms were all equipped with an onslaught of alien to common-looking equipment. Here, Girsha'lar and Nir'vina resided with a pair of guards at the entrance. The open area linking to these rooms was little more than a lobby with large couches. The large marble hall's odd blue and green light was surprisingly cozy.

Bransen could see through the clear glass. Girsha'lar was sleeping on her side and looking away from the window. Her attention was focused on the doctor, an Aksren with greenish-red scales imprinted onto her body. Nir'vina was sitting in an oversized chair facing away from the entrance overlooking Girsha'lar. It was difficult to understand anything due to the low volume, but Bransen did his best to listen.

"No allow," one of the guards said in her broken English. "Guests no see them."

"I just want to talk to them," Bransen assured them.

"Dangerous....POWs."

Bransen could fully confirm that the two Shal'rein were criminals, but it didn't stop his attitude. If anything, he was more determined to speak with them. He understood that the guards were just following orders, but it was frustrating when he was so close to the two.

Nir'vina's gaze did turn to the window. The Itreans must have had good hearing. Even low volume was something that they could easily pick up. Her fin-like ear was tuned to the window listening in on Bransen's words.

"Look....," Bransen said. "I know you are doing your jobs, but I just want to speak with them."

"No guarantee safety," the guard countered with a wave of her hand.

"I'm willing to....," Bransen saw that the doctor finished speaking with Girsha'lar. In a few seconds, she left the room and was face-first with the human.

"What is it?" the doctor asked.

"I wanted to check up on Girsha'lar," Bransen answered her.

"Girsha'lar will live," the Aksren woman replied. The way she said it almost sounded nonchalant with no care in her alien accented voice. "You are the human fighter."

"Bransen. What's your name?"

"Tijn."

"Tijn," Bransen watched as the Aksren woman began to walk away from him. She was seemingly ignoring the man, but Bransen walked next to her. "I wanted to know what happened."

"What?" She made several clicks in her voice. "You punch woman in ear. She fall down to ground."

"That's it? That doesn't explain anything."

"I am busy, human."

"That still doesn't explain how I practically paralyzed her."