The little human had been asleep since he'd rescued her. When she did open her eyes, she was delirious and called him odd names. He wanted to be the first one she saw when she woke. She had terrible dreams, and he wanted her to know that she had a strong warrior to protect her against the things haunting her in those dreams.
Crumbling tar and dirt crunched beneath his tough Zyrgin boots. Made of jinz izwe, it protected him from most weapons. His uniform was made from the same material. They could program it to be any color or texture, but for the march they left it silver. The uniforms shining in the human sun made an impressive statement. It said, "We are here to stay - bow before your masters."