Chapter 4: Intimidation

Keith was walking through the base when it happened.

He'd been getting envious looks from many of the other Blade members ever since he had become part of the lead pack. There was something of a social order among the packs in the base, the top, of course, being Kolivan's. A pack's status was defined by both serving time in the Blade and the pack leaders' ranking.

Many of the Blade members were unaware of Keith's status of kit. Due to his general lack of galran characteristics, his scent was just like any other human's, another thing that confounded Blade members. They recognized that he was at least part galra, but were sceptical of Keith's weaker frame and lack of natural weapons.

This, of course, led to jealousy and very unhappy training partners.

It started as a few rough training sessions, getting shoved around a bit more than necessary, or teased for not being up to par. Soon, though, it began to escalate to threats and intimidation in the halls of the base.

Keith hadn't told any of the members of his pack. He'd been bullied in school enough to know that telling an adult usually made it worse.

He was currently being pressed up against the wall, hoping the large galra in front of him wouldn't crush his windpipe.

"Not so tough now, hmm? The weakling half-breed," he growled in Keith's ear.

Trying to push the older galra off of him, Keith simply let out a low growl.

"Awww, is the little halfling mad?" The galra mocked.

He then grabbed Keith by the hood of his Blade uniform and threw him to the ground.

Keith let out an involuntary yelp and whimpered as the older galra approached.

Across the base, Regris heard a kit cry for help.

Closing his hand around Keith's throat, the galra ran his sharp claws down Keith's face, "It would be a shame to ruin such a cute little face."

"Get away from my little brother, you quiznacking mutt," Regris growled, appearing from across the hall.

"Come to save the weakling? Have fun beating me," the galra snarled.

Regris gave a savage grin as another, a much deeper voice rumbled through the hall, "If you go after our kit, you go after all of us."

Antok prowled out from the shadows, letting out low and threatening growls.

There was a moment's pause, enough to give the galra who attacked Keith the time to realize that he had just attacked a kit.

Within seconds, the galra was on the ground, submissive.

"Understand me," Antok snarled, pinning the galra to the wall, "If anything like this ever happens again, you will pay. No one touches my kit."

The galra nodded his head and raced off as soon as Antok let him go.

"Are you okay, kit?" Regris asked the small halfling.

"I'm fine, just a little bruised," Keith reassured his older brother, and indeed large purple marks were beginning to appear around his throat in the shape of the galra's hand.

"I swear, if anyone tries to hurt you again, I will rip them to pieces," Regris growled, seeing the marks.

Picking Keith up and cradling the kit, Antok rumbled, "That's enough action for one day. Let's get you two back to the nest."

Keith leaned into Antok's warm embrace, and let himself be carried back home.

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