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"Living At Headquarters"
It wasn't typical to see Krolia doing a security patrol around headquarters. She was known to be either overseeing training with a hands-on approach or on a stealth or undercover mission. The reason for this was sitting on her shoulders.
There was a small, Galran kit sitting on her shoulders. He had the same features Krolia did, from her very short, purple fur to her darker purple cheek stripes to her two tone colored hair. They even had the same eye color, purple irises with black pupils and yellow sclera. It was obvious to see that he was her kit.
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Keith was excited to go on patrol with his Mama. He didn't get to go to too many places at headquarters except for the med bay, the communications room, Kolivan's office, the mess hall, and, on occasion, one of the training halls. As such, he was so excited to be able to see more of the base he lived at that he was purring.
Krolia couldn't help but smile when she heard and felt her kit purring. She had been sad when she had to leave Earth, but the planet didn't know of life inside their solar system, let alone outside of it, so she and her kit had to leave. It didn't help that her mate didn't survive his injuries from the attack they had thwarted when the Empire had located the Blue Lion. She had sent a message to high command that the lion was not there, and then she blocked every entrance to the cavern hiding the Blue Lion. She had to fix her ship while her kit was resting. Fortunately, the ship wasn't damaged beyond repair, and she was able to fix it and return to headquarters, where she was welcomed with open arms back into the organization and the pack. That had been four deca-phoebes ago.
"Krolia?"
Krolia turned around and saw a short furred, female Galra named Nirol. Krolia smiled and gently hugged her friend, being mindful of the kit on her shoulders. "Nirol! It's been too long!"
"I just got back from a deep cover mission, but when did you have a kit?"
"This is my son, Keith. He is four deca-phoebes old and is actually a hybrid. He is part human. His father was human."
"What happened to his father? Is he here?"
Krolia looked down and gave a purely Galran whimper, telling her friend what happened without distressing her kit further. Keith knew that his father was no longer alive, but every time it was brought up, it saddened the kit.
Nirol gently nuzzled her head, softly purring. She didn't mean to make her friend or her kit sad. Krolia rubbed her cheek against Nirol, purring in response. Keith watched as his Mama and her friend traded nuzzles and purred to each other. He could tell they were somewhat sad and figured that he could make both feel even better if he purred to them, so he did, causing both Krolia and Nirol to look up at him.
When Krolia and Nirol heard the high pitched purr of a kit join theirs, they looked up, even though they knew it was Keith. The purr was too close to be anyone else's. They couldn't help but smile at the kit's attempt to make them feel at least somewhat better. It was going to be hard to raise a kit at headquarters, but maybe with the kit around, the casualties of the ongoing war may become less as more Blades would want to come back to the base where a kit was living.
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