I apologize for this being such a short chapter. I meant to have it still be a part of the last chapter but it was becoming too long so I split it up.
Present day Major Fox's office aboard Silent Dawn.
"Well that's my life's story in a nut shell," Jones said looking Fox in the eye. "Anything else you would like to know: like my favorite color, oh or maybe the hand I prefer to jack off with. I normally use my right but sometimes I like to get crazy and use my left." Fox looked at Jones a little taken back but he understood his point.
"Just one last thing," Fox said putting down the note. "Do you consider yourself and Hamanee friends?"
"How many humans has his kind killed?" Jones said he himself a little taken back. "How many has he personally killed? How many has he killed as a result of his orders when he was a field marshal? Then how many of his kind have I killed?"
"I don't know," Fox said playing along.
"I guess what I'm trying to say," Jones explained narrowed eyed. "Is no I would not consider us friends."
"Then what would you consider the two of you?" Fox asked raising an eyebrow. Jones finely uncrossed his arms since he sat down as he thought about his answer.
"I don't know," Jones said as his eyes darted from side to side as he tried to find the right words. "I guess as two combatants that respect each other and are willing to fight side by side to defeat a common enemy."
"Would you being willing to die for him?" Fox asked leaning forward. "Would he die for you?" Jones stared at his boots as he thought about the question.
"I would give my life if the need arises," Jones said crossing his arms again and looking up at Fox. "I hope he feels the same."
"Alright that's that," Fox said getting to his feet and holding out his hand for Jones to shake. "We're done you can go about your business."
"Well I would be lying if I said it was nice talking to you," Jones said as he stood and shook Fox's hand. He turned to walk out and had almost reached the door when Fox fired off his last question.
"Does Hamanee know you are the one that raped his wife?" Fox asked casually. Jones didn't even turn around or slow as he answered.
"Of course he does," Jones said just before he came to a complete and sudden stop as he realized what he had just said, this was why Fox was the best at what he did. Jones couldn't believe what he just said and how easily Fox got it out of him. The motherfucker just asked.
"Why don't you take a seat," Fox said pointing at the chair Jones just left. Jones slowly walked back to the chair and sat down without looking at Fox. Fox took his own seat and picked up his note book again.
"Look I-," Jones began not sure where to start.
"Let me," Fox said. "First of this is now all off the record. Second I have known for a long time about that and third I also know Lieutenant Jenkins pulled a gun on you. Now just start by telling me what bothers or bothered you the most about the indecent."
"I can't say it was the act itself," Jones started still not looking at Fox. "I'm fairly sure I would have been able to get over that. I just never thought I was going to enjoy it as I did it, I didn't think I was actually going to c-...finish. You know?"
"Continue," Fox urged.
"During it was great," Jones admitted his face flushing. "I didn't think about the after or later. I don't know how I could, what made it worse she seemed to enjoy it as well but maybe I just tell myself that to make me feel a little better. After I...finished all I could think about was what I had done and that I was a sick twisted bastard for having enjoyed it."
"Jenkins pointed a gun at your head and forced you to do it," Fox said looking at Jones with a hint of pity in his eyes.
"Yeah I've been telling myself that for years," Jones said with a half smirk on his face for just a second. "I have also told myself that if I had refused and Jenkins did kill me Mendez would have my back and try to kill Jenkins and he would be gunned down by the three other marines. Then both of us would be dead and the three marines would do what Mendez and I wouldn't but only a lot worse. Maybe all three of them would do it individually or at the same time so I was actually doing her a favor. That went through my head just before I did it."
"That is a fair assumption," Fox remarked.
"You know that they say about assume," Jones said and laughed bitterly at his own inside joke. "I could have said no but I was a coward who didn't want to die."
"Let me get this straight," Fox said holding up both hands. "You were given a order by a commanding officer, a unlawful order yes, to so something to an enemy that had done far worse. Then when you had a gun to your head you weren't willing to lay down your life for a enemy you have spent several years fighting and killing. Does that sound about right?"
"I guess so," Jones said rubbing the back of his neck.
"Has Hamanee forgiven you?" Fox asked.
"Yes," Jones said looking up a little.
"More importantly has she forgiven you?" Fox asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
"In a way she did," Jones said finally looking up at Fox. "Yeah I would say she definitely forgave me."
"Then you should not worry about it anymore," Fox said getting to his feet again. "This time we are truly done." Jones got to his feet as well and turned to walk out once again.
"Thanks I guess," Jones said stopping at the door. "I haven't talked about that with anyone."
"And if you need to, you can come back and talk anytime," Fox said clasping Jones on the back. "Oh and you're approved for active duty so don't worry."
"Thanks again," Jones said walking out of the office. The Elite Hamanee was leaning against the wall opposite of the door with his arms crossed and one leg bent back resting on the wall.
"I heard you were up," He said as he stood up and looked at Jones. "So what was that about?" Jones turned down the corridor and started walking Hamanee fell in behind Jones.
"I had to see a shrink," Jones explained. "But I'm approved for combat."
"That is excellent news," Hamanee said. "What is a 'shrink'?"
"Oh its someone that...," Jones said trying to think of a away to word it that Hamanee would understand. "Makes sure we're fit to deal with the mental strain of combat."
"I see," Hamanee said and then in his native tongue. "Do you feel you are ready for this coming battle?"
"Just as ready as you," Jones said in the Elite's language.
"You have improved significantly," Hamanee said switching back to English. "But you still have that strange accent."
"That's because my mouth isn't even close to the same shape as yours you jackass," Jones said sharply. Hamanee chuckled.
"That was what you call a joke right?" He asked Jones.
"Yeah," Jones said chuckling himself. "I didn't think you knew how to make those."
"So what are you going to do know?" Hamanee asked Jones stopping in the middle of the corridor causing Jones to stop as well.
"I guess go back to sleep," Jones said shrugging.
"Could I buy you a drink first?" Hamanee asked Jones holding out a hand.
"You know I'm a sucker for free alcohol," Jones said walking towards the ships bar. "Let's go."
"Lead on my friend," Hamanee said in his own language. That caused Jones to stop in his tracks.
"Friend," Jones said in the Elite's language pondering the word.
"Of course," Hamanee explained. "I know we may have hated each other but you have earned my respect and I am proud to call you friend."
"Likewise," Jones said in English but he didn't know if he really meant if after all the things Hamanee had done. Hamanee may have forgiven him but he didn't know if he really forgave Hamanee. They both started walking again not speaking in till they reached the bar. Jones took a seat at a table near the back as Hamanee got the drinks.
"Remember pay with our currency!" Jones shouted at Hamanee in his language causing the other humans and the two other Elites to stare at Jones. "What?" Jones asked the room as they turned back to whatever they were doing. The Silent Dawn was a mixed ship meaning it had both humans and Elites on board. There were a few of these in the human fleet but only one ship in the Elite's fleet rumored to have humans on board. Hamanee return caring two glasses filled with a amber liquid.
"I got us...," He paused as he sat down trying to think of the word. "Whiskey I believe it is called."
"Yup that's whiskey alright," Jones said taking a sip. "How's the wife?" Hamanee downed his drink before replying.
"She is doing well," Hamanee said leaning back in his chair. "She does asked about you a lot."
"Oh," Jones said taking another drink. "Does she?"
"I believe she wishes to mate with you again," Hamanee said crossing his arms. His last comment caused Jones to spit out his drink all over the table.
"What?" Jones choked wiping his mouth.
"Do not pretend you don't know what I'm talking about," Hamanee said his tone even. "She told me what happened a month ago."
"Well don't worry it won't happen again," Jones said nervous around Hamanee again in a long while.
"So are you saying my wife doesn't please you?" He asked leaning closer to Jones.
"No," Jones said quickly.
"Do you find her repulsive then?" He asked leaning even closer.
"No not at all she is very pretty I mean beautiful," Jones stammered. "I mean for you...not that I don't think she isn't beautiful too. I just..." Jones fell silent thinking that was the best course of action.
"Then why do you not wish to mate with her?" Hamanee asked leaning back again.
"Because she is your wife," Jones said raising his voice a little drawing more unwanted attention to himself.
"I would be insulated if you didn't," Hamanee explained. "It is not uncommon in our culture for a male to have more than one mistress. In fact most males do not marry at all, only have different mates. I can't say I have been completely faithful to her however I do care for her a lot. If mating with you makes her happy I would be happy to condone it."
"Well I," Jones began not sure what to say again.
"I would be insulted if you were to refuse her officer," Hamanee said bluntly repeating himself.
"Ok I get it," Jones said holding up his hands.
"Good," Hamanee said standing up. "I'm glad you are well enough for combat and look forward to fighting by your side again. I must take my leave now however." Hamanee turned to walk out leaving Jones to finish what drink he didn't spray on the table alone. Or so he thought as Hamanee's wife sat across from him before Hamanee had even left the bar.
"Greeting," She said in that soothing voice Jones knew all too well.
"Greetings Yuka," Jones said using her first name since it would be weird for him to call her Hamanee as well.
"Did you sleep well?" Yuka asked handing Jones a new glass filled with more whiskey.
"Not really," Jones said downing the drink his heart pounding. "Had a horrible dream." He then recently added. "You were in it."
"Was I now," She said a clear smile on his face as she folded her arms on the table leaning in a little.
"Yeah you were uhm...you had given birth to my child," Jones said his facing flushing. "It was a disturbing thing." She threw her head back and laughed at that. Jones watched her and was amazed that a creature that he once saw as ugly could seem so elegant now.
"Ah Jones," She said placing a hand on his thigh. "It is genetically imposable for us to have offspring."
"That's good I guess," Jones said feeling awkward now.
"Do you know why I love you so Jones?" She asked gently rubbing Jones's thigh.
"Uh no not really," Jones said seating bolt upright because of her last action.
"You have a kind of innocents about you that I love," She explained leaning very close to Jones. "You're also sweet and caring two things my kind is not known for."
"I see," Jones said feeling his pants tighten.
"Your also so shy," She said giving his member a playful squeeze. "And so modest."
"Thank you," Jones said giving up playing coy and give into his emotions. "I must admit I do enjoy the time we have spent together."
"And I as well," She said. "Yet I still know so little about you. Tell me how long have you been a warrior?" Jones thought about her question.
"Several years now," Jones said wishing he had more to drink as it would calm him down.
"Why did you chose to be a warrior?" She asked leaning even closer placing her other hand on Jones's arm he had on the table. Jones could help but notices her pleasant scent and felt a strange longing growing inside of him.
"I did chose I was drafted," Jones explained as he noticed how green her eyes were.
"Drafted?" She asked as he rubbed Jones's arm lightly.
"I was told I had to fight," Jones explained find that talking was becoming more difficult. "I was going to be a warrior even if I didn't want to be."
"That's horrible," She said her voice taking on that soothing tone Jones had fallen in love with. "Why don't you come with me and we can continue this conversation elsewhere."
"Ok," Jones softly said in a kind of trance as he stood up. He let her lead him out of the bar by the hand.