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Untitled Part 18

Bau'jah was fully dressed in his casual outfit, and he had been sitting in his pilot seat for awhile now. Looking directly at the projected images flickering above the console panel, his talons tapped on the metal surface in a rhythmic pattern as his thoughts raced through his head.

He needed to send a message to the clan leader right now, to inform him about his return with a hooman; and how he indites this message would very much likely determine whether or not he would grant his odd request, it's the most crucial step in this delicate situation and it requires a bit of finesse. The message would need to be brief, but concise enough with key details, and perhaps with a notion of vagueness to pique his interest of allowing her to accompany him onboard the clanship. Sending a coded message, instead of a live video, would most likely to achieve that affect he sought, maybe even gain him an advantage, or so he hoped. If this very first step failed, all plans would fall apart, it must work.

His hands moved above the panel then began tapping his claws on the projected surface in a smooth motion, a stream of red symbols appeared in the dialogue box as he typed. It only took him a short moment to compose the message, and his hand paused above the send button hesitantly as he read the message over and over again, making sure there was no room for error. The message was well written and reasonably justifiable of course, but somehow he hesitated to question himself. Realizing he was only delaying the inevitable, he pressed on the send button hard to end his hesitation. A few seconds later, a notification confirmed the transmission was successful.

Waiting was the worst part as he didn't know what would happen, and also there was a slight doubt for what he was doing. Naturally, a part of him was expecting a furious reply from the clan leader, maybe even deny his disrespectful request without considering it. After all, what he was seeking for is unprecedented in his clan history, and that single doubt was enough to make him feel agitated.

Turning away from the controls, he relaxed in the seat and attempted to regain his focus. He inhaled, closed his eyes, and exhaled, stay concentrated on his breathing, but his mind had wandered off whilst waiting anxiously for a reply. He was unused to the fact that he wasn't in control of the situation; he was always in control, but not this time, the newly discovered feeling was distasteful. The uncertainty caused him to think the worst possible outcome - what would he do if his request was denied? Could he simply let her go and release her from his possession? Then thoughts of how much he wanted her, how much he needed to keep her by his side, how much he hated her for being a hooman spiraled through his mind. And in that moment, he knew he'd never be able to let her go. No, not now, at least.

Having snapped out of his reverie, he noticed she wasn't anywhere in sight. Walking towards the aft of the ship, he scented her along the way and headed for the observatory.

Ray sat cross-legged under the bright moonlight, staring at the starry night through the glass idly. She cupped her chin in her hands as she digested their previous conversation.

She was quite certain his kind didn't like her. Gahtan's remarks about her had already proven that fact, she is a prey she heard him saying such. And in that moment, she knew his people despised humans and they would spurn them both for their union, their taboo relationship would eventually come to an end one day, she'd thought that day would come when he reunited with his people, thus keeping her with him wouldn't be a wise option, in another word, a chance for her to get home. She was obviously wrong, he had made that point pretty clear to her earlier. By the way things had developed between them, she didn't think for a second that he'd let her go home anytime soon.

She failed to see the value of keeping her with him, other than her body. There was no doubt he could satisfy his sexual needs with a female of his own kind, why even take the risk of bringing her with him when she's not welcomed among them? Her presence might create a rift between him and his people, she was a human, it wasn't necessary at all, it certainly wasn't worth the risk or effort. Could he persuade his people to accept their affair and keep her safe at the same time? That task alone seemed unlikely to her. But again she didn't believe he would put her in harms way. She knew she should trust him, that was the least she could do for him right now.