Lone Wolf Chpt 3 part 3

Both Striker and Krystal are back in medical with him seated on a metal rollaway chair while Krystal retrieves some bandages and burn treatment cream from the storage cabinets. Striker lays his left hand on the nearby work table with a light shining down on it and waits for Krystal to get what she needs to treat him.
“So how long was I out?” he asked politely
“A few days” she replies as she opens a refrigerator positioned on a counter top near a computer terminal cross from him with a clear glass door. Reaching inside the cold container she searches around for the burn medication and the antibiotics. A moment later she pulls out a small tube of a milky colored gel and a small spray can with antibiotic labeled on it. “I’m wondering…”she asked
“yeah”
She closes the refrigerator and strolls over to a cabinet a few feet away and pulls out a packaged roll of bandages “Your dreams…are they always like that, every night?”
“Sometimes” he tells, “for some reason I have to relive my experiences whenever I sleep. I don’t know how to get rid of them nor if there’s some meaning behind them. How do you know about them?”
She strolls back over to him holding the supplies in her hands and takes a seat in another rollaway chair and rolls over to him stopping right beside him. “Well I’m a telepath” she says and sprays the antibiotic onto the burns on his left hand. He cringes from the sting of the medicine as it sterilizes the wound.
“A psychic?” he says looking down at his hand as she works on him, “Sorry to disappoint but I don’t believe in stuff like that”
“Well I don’t blame you for not believing. Most think that it’s a hoax or myth to have such powers. Then again the ones that don’t believe simply have a closed mind”. She picks up the packaged roll of bandages and rips open the paper package dumping its contents onto the table then twisted the cap off the burn medication dobbing on a grape sized amount of the crème onto his injury. “My kind’ She continues on and gently messages the cream into his wound feeling the dense muscles in his strong hands, the fibrous tendons that connected his flesh to the bones that felt like steel cables, and as she felt deeper his rock hard bones. “Cerinians, every one of us has telepathy but through our teachings by the elders we learn of its strengths and weaknesses, how to properly use it, of how to control it and of ways to improve its capabilities to fit our needs.”
She stops and an image of her planet comes to her mind and plays. She sees her parents clad in golden royal clothing and her people happily going about their day. Then she sees herself as a young child having fun with her friends and young relatives. She remembers herself chasing one wolf cub happily around in the hallways of one of many sacred temples on her old home world. The cub however is running for his life away from her. In a sense it was a memory of young love.
“Krystal!” a feminine voice echoes through her head, “Krystal it’s time to go”
She watch her younger self tackle the wolf cub to the ground laughing away, “Okay mommy!” her younger self replies hearing it echo through her mind then seen herself get back to the cub, “As for you, same thing tomorrow after class?”
“I’m guessing something bad happened” Striker asks breaking her serene memory bringing her to the present
“Yeah…” she solemnly sighs and with her left hand wipes away tears that started to bubble up under her eyes for remembering the fond memories of her past. She gets it off her mind and gives a smile to him and asks, “So what is your home like?”
“I don’t have a home” he replies, “I don’t know really where I’m from actually.”
As he talked about his past she picks up the roll of white cloth bandages and starts wrapping his hand with it making it slightly snug enough that it provide pressure and stay on without cutting off the blood supply to his hand.
“To tell you the truth I can’t remember much of my past other than seeing something resembling a timber wolf and a woman then waking up in a stasis pod and being drafted into the Spartan Two program on Reach. I did ask where I’m from due to my tags being blank,” he peers down and gently lifts them up looking at them seeing his information stamped into the metal, “Marline did try digging up some information about my origins but came up with nothing. It wasn’t till I went into the second phase of augmentations that my tags were stamped with my name, Spartan number, and military branch followed by home world being Reach.” He drops his tags letting it fall onto his chest atop his black shirt, “I received this set when I was transferred to the 105th regiment.”
“So…Reach what was it like there?”
Krystal makes one more wrap around his palm and takes out a pair of scissors cutting off the unneeded portion and stuffs the cut end under a fold.
“I really can’t explain it but it was a sister Earth planet, very dense foliage, mountainous, vast seas that stretched around the planet. It wasn’t like Arcadia but nice.”
She cocked her head to the side not knowing of the world and cooed, “Arcadia?”
“Mainly a vacation hotspot” He tells, “There are a few small mining and farming operations on the outskirts of the few major cities but other than that it’s paradise. I remember going through Pirth once with Marline, both us wanted to ditch the ambassador and get into the surf but being Spartans, well her being a Spartan me being an ODST, and on duty we had to stick with the baby sitting.”
“It would be nice to relax on the white sandy shores of Sauria. I know of one place Fox and I usually visit whenever we get some time alone”
Striker looks over her work lifting his hand up flexing it testing to see how restricting it is then there was a knock at the door. The door locks click and the doors open on the other side was Fara still holding her stomach with her left arm and slightly hunched over. She gave a small smile to show she’ll be cooperative and a wave of her right hand another sign of her going to be nice even though they don’t get along.
“Um hi” she greets, “Fox sent me down here to get checked for any injuries?”
Krystal sighed and got back out of the chair. She walked over to a tool cabinet across the room on the other side of the wall and opens it then after short moment of searching through the various tools stored neatly inside she extracted a thick book sized black plastic container and takes it over to where Striker is setting it on the table. Fara cautiously strolls over to them and takes a seat in the open chair next to Striker.
“Stand” Krystal states as she opens the container and pulls out a small device resembling a PDA and activates it.
Fara stood back up then Krystal began checking her for internal injuries first starting with her head and slowly working her way down. Onscreen the device shows her internals from bones to various layers of muscle and flesh as she scanned deeper or shallower.
Fara glanced over to Striker then he glanced up to her both making eye contact then looked away but she glanced back at him again. “So…” she coughed, “No hard feelings?”
He stands up, “Don’t you ever point a gun at me again.” He tells sternly and reaches behind drawing out the rebuilt M6/SOCOM and drops it onto the table making a loud clank as it hit, “Next time… I won’t hesitate”
“Sorry… “She solemnly apologized looking away from him at the floor, “um Striker?”
Before she could say anything else Striker left the room leaving the two girls alone. Normally in a situation like that was to be highly avoided for the two due to their nature of competition over Fox that sometimes lead to someone being caught in the crossfire and being injured.
She looks away then peers up at Krystal and asks, “Is…is he a Spartan?”
Krystal puts the device away, “Yes and he might be the means of preventing future conflicts”