A Day On The Job
Ghor was not one to be taken lightly by the Galactic Federation. He was hired for only the most perilous and life threatening missions they distribute. Ghor was among the elite that the Federation hired, being the second (after Samus Aran) to be called in times of peril.
So here he was. Fighting no less than 12 Space Pirates, all alone. As his battle suit lurched forward, its ironclad leg rose up and came violently down on a Pirate that had been unloading into the belly of his mechanical mount. And as Ghor silent laughed at himself, he remember his reaction to receiving the mission just three days earlier.
"Ghor" Admiral Dane growled, "Your mission will be escorting a magistrate and her daughter from our military base on Norion to her home world of SVB epsilon."
"With all due respect admiral, I am a hunter of very high status and this mission-"
"Ghor, you will not take this mission lightly. The magistrate holds key information about the Norion anti-orbital cannon. The Space Pirates covet such information."
Ghors chuckles weren't heard over the sound of his suits plasma cannon turning three pirates into atoms. The Space Pirates energy weapons began to take their toll on Ghor, as he was forced to retreat back to the airlock of Federation Cruiser 156C. There, in a corner of the airlock, sat the magistrate and her small 5 year old daughter, huddled together. She was softly singing to her child.
Ghor could feel it. The 6 of his body that was still organic, his brain and his heart, both pulsing in his volumetric sensors. He felt for this child, pity, regret, compassion. She looked up at Ghor with tear filled eyes and pointed to the door where the pirates were trying with all their might to enter. Ghor lowered himself down to hear the child whimper.
"I forgot teddy."
He turned and looked at the gate the pirates were assaulting with all their might. He trudged forward and opened the door, making sure that the magistrate and her child were out of range of the pirates fire. As it slid open, gunfire erupted as Ghor pounded two pirates and melted a third with his plasma cannon. As the fire died down, he saw the pirates mangled and murdered throughout the hall.
In the middle of a pile of pirate corpses he noticed a small, torn up piece of cotton filled cloth. He leaped from his suit and let the small teddy bear dangle from his mechanical fingers as he initially picked it up. He slowly watched as the magistrate walked her daughter from the airlock and into the hallway. He crouched down on his pike-like legs and offered the bear to the girl. He hesitantly took it before wrapping it in her arms and tightly hugging it.
Ghor stood up and climbed back into his suit as the ships intercom indicated that it had reached SVB epsilon.
"Tell Dane that I expect extra pay for babysitting."
And with that, Ghor and his walker trudged back into the airlock as the door hissed shut. From the other side, the magistrate heard the whoosh of air leaving the ship as she barely saw the sight of Ghor fly past a small window.
"Bye Ghor!" She heard her daughter yell from beside her, "Thanks for saving teddy!"