The story begins in the midst of a brutal interstellar conflict known as Galactic World War VII. Tony Towson, a skilled soldier from the Pantheruos race, and Yemeni, his ally and eventual love, navigate the chaos of war.
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The two of them traveled for a while. Raptor constantly kept a vigilant eye out for any danger while Myne just cruised along in the levitating crib. Her eyes constantly soaked up anything that caught her attention and he kept an eye on her progress. She was at that age where she could sit up on her own and several times he had to guide her back down when she would lean forward and threaten to fall out of the crib.
They drew eyes whenever the two of them stopped in a settlement for him to take a job and replenish his supplies. He trusted absolutely no one around her and constantly kept her in a bird's eye view. He could drop her off to the authorities but there was no way to monitor her status. For all he knew, she could have been taken back to the same crime ring that she was kidnapped into. Call it paranoia but he didn't exactly trust anyone or anything on this planet except his own. He wasn't taking any chances.
He told ONI about this as well. Let's just say fear took over when heard his mother will come if something happened to Myne. Thankfully and gratefully, his father and half of ONI managed to calm her down and avoiding such a thing.
They were near a river and he spread his cloak out before taking all of his armor plates off. It needed to be cleaned and maintained carefully. He always had a spare set of clothes just in case he needed to get out of his armor and uniform and this proved to be one of those times.
The brown colored multi pocket pants were tucked into his black boots while his black shirt hugged his torso. His Brown skin was a little pale from the lack of sunlight he's received lately while his mop of black hair was in need of a hair cut soon. His panther ears twitched. His gold color eyes blinked away any dust or sand. Scars on his forearms from his early training days made him stare at them for a few seconds before he went back to cleaning his gear and putting on fake human ears so Myne won't be confused.
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Scars often reminded him that he was a survivor down inside.
His hands dipped inside the cool river water and splashed against his face, making him sigh quietly in relief when it soothed him a bit. He went back to his spread out cloak and grabbed the canteen then dunked it underneath the water, watching as the bubbles made their way to the surface. Once it was filled, he went back over to the cloth and grabbed a water purifier tablet then dropped it in, twisting the cap on and shaking it a few times. After several seconds to a minute of shaking, he swished it around then drank some of it for a few seconds before picking Myne out of her crib and tilting the canteen gently. Some of the water spilled from the corner of her mouth but eventually she got her fill.
He didn't know if he was doing a good job of taking care of her but he was keeping her alive and healthy so that meant he was at least doing the bare minimum. To him, this was a learning curve when dealing with civilians so young. It gave him experience and would assist him in the future just in case something like this came up again. Setting the canteen down and throwing her over his shoulder using his tail, he sat down cross legged then set her down next to his right while he pulled up a map. Naturally, she was curious and proceeded to grab the first thing that was in her reach.
