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"The Leaders' Kits"
Romelle was wandering around the base looking for Keith. She was slowly becoming used to being around a large number of Galra. The Blades were for the most part happy with the latest edition to their leader's pack. However, there were those who didn't like the fact that there was another being who wasn't Galran. They already didn't care for Keith, because he didn't look Galran, but they should have realized that didn't mean he didn't have the protective instincts. Most of the Blades didn't bother Keith, because he was the beloved kit of the five highest ranking Blades, including Krolia, whom most of the Blades respected. There was one Blade, Takal, who was the most vocal against Romelle's presence.
On this day, Takal cornered Romelle as she searched for Keith. "Aw, is the poor little Altean lost? Maybe she should have stayed with her race? Oh, that's right. Most of them are dead."
Romelle knew the Blade was trying to get a rise out of her and wasn't about to give him that satisfaction. "I'm looking for Keith."
Takal sniffed in disdain. "I do not keep up with the half-breed."
"Very well then. Good-bye." Romelle turned to leave, but Takal grabbed her arm.
"I didn't say you could leave."
"Let me go!"
Suddenly, Takal had a transformed blade in his face. "Remove your hand from my sister, or my sword will do it for you!"
Takal realized it was the leader's kit, who was actually sporting a few more Galran features than normal. He could see fangs and yellow sclera with slitted pupils. Takal quickly albeit reluctantly removed his hand from Romelle's arm. He smacked Keith's blade away from his face. "Get that away from my face, half-breed!"
A snarl from behind Takal alerted him to the fact that a member of the kit's pack had arrived. He gulped and turned around, hoping to see either Thace or Ulaz. Unfortunately, it was not either of those Galra, but Krolia and Antok. Takal's eyes flicked from Antok's face mask to Krolia's burning eyes and knew he had made a huge mistake.
"Kits, come here." Krolia opened her arms, and Keith and Romelle ran to her. "I leave this to you, Antok."
Antok's tail stroked the kits' cheeks as they passed. "Of course. Shall I contact the pack or do you want to?"
"I will."
"Very well, 'Lia. See you in the nest."
Krolia led her kits away purposely keeping them from seeing what Antok did to the Blade. He unfortunately couldn't kill him, since every member was valuable, but he could hurt him severely and send him to the med bay, where Ulaz would patch him up in a very detached manner, especially since the doctor would be informed of this Blade's transgression.
After patching him up, Ulaz would leave the med bay and head to the nest to check on the kits. He found the rest of the pack in the nest. Keith and Krolia were cuddling Romelle. Keith's Galran features had receded once the danger had passed, and he once again looked completely human, except for his cheek stripes. Thace was seated above Keith and was grooming his hair, which caused the kit to purr. Kolivan was curled around Keith, rumbling to him, and Antok was curled around his mate with his tail wrapped around Keith's waist. Ulaz slipped into the nest and covered the two kits with a warm blanket before curling around Krolia and grooming her headfur, causing her to purr. Word of the interaction between the kits and Takal and the consequent punishment spread throughout the organization like wildfire, and a consensus was reached. Don't mess with the leader's kits. Ever.
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