#aliin

So, I imagine this would be Kirati after finding out she has been gone from Tamriel for 200 years. She also finds out that Aliin spent his majority of his fortune looking for her, but he eventually died of heartache.

This honestly broke Kirati, so much that she gave up hope. Kirati didn't believe that she could find hope again. She was a frequent visitor of the Temple of Kynareth in Whiterun, praying to the goddess. Also, she visited the Arkay's shrine in Solitude, praying for a chance to see her long dead husband again.

Eventually, she got her wish. Kirati was visited by Aliin's spirit, who told her that she can move on. That he was happy for the years they had together, even if it was so brief. Alongside this, Aliin was overjoyed at the prospect of seeing her again, that he was able to move on to Kynareth's realm.

“Did it work?”

Coran stood at attention “I can with 78% certainty that it did, Princess.”

Pidge’s computer beeped, and she adjusted her glasses. “I think they’re asking to dock. They just sent a message.”

“What does the message?” Alurra asked.

Pidge tapped her keyboard, and the message took a bit to decode. It wasn’t a language it had seen before, but then before the computer could translate the message a second was sent, in English. 

Please. Need help.

“They’re asking for help,” Pidge answered. “Apparently they speak our language.”

Alurra nodded. “Coran, make the necessary arrangements for our guests. Pidge and I will go meet them.” 

“Right away, princess!” Coran bowed and turned back to his control panel, muttering to himself. Pidge got to her feet, but she staggered as she walked. New people were exciting, but a bed sounded much more exciting.

Alurra touched Pidge’s shoulder. “Perhaps I should greet our guests alone?”

Pidge shook her head. “I’m good. And besides, I wanna hear what happened to them.” 

The two made their way to the Red Lion hanger. Keith had been working with the Blade of Marmora to destroy what was left of Zarkon’s forces. It had been two weeks since he had last checked in, but that wasn’t unusual for Keith. Before that he didn’t check in for three months. 

As for Lance and Hunk, they were looking for Matt, Pidge’s missing older brother, and so far weren’t having any luck with that. Whatever refugee or rebel group had taken him, Matt was very well hidden. Same with Shiro, although whatever had happened to him was still a mystery. 

The Castle of Lions for the past year had served as a temporary government for the many species who weren’t quite ready to govern themselves. Which was a surprisingly small number, considering that most of these species had been under a dictatorship for 10,000 years. Freedom was infectious, and most people after being liberated were more than happy to rule themselves. 

The hangar doors opened, and both of them gawked at what laid before them.

It looked like a bunch of space garbage tied with cords and melted together by someone who was drunk and half awake. The shapeless device was smoking, and occasionally an exposed wire sparked. Pidge couldn’t tell if it had a front end or a back door or anything. There were skid marks across the hanger floor, like it had spun when it docked. 

A piece of the ship came flying off it, skidding across the floor. A woman stepped out, cradling a bag like her life depended on it. She staggered out, her eyes wide, and she fell to her knees. Scared and confused didn’t begin to cover it. 

They both ran forward. Pidge’s first thought was that she was a refugee, but a refugee travelling with only two companions was unusual. Refugees usually were crowded into large ships, and traveled in groups. Three refugees was suspicious. 

Alurra helped the woman to her feet. “What’s your name?”

The woman’s eyes widened, and she muttered in some foreign language. Alurra shook her head. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“You speak his language?” The woman said. “I should’ve expected as much.”

“Who’s language?” Alurra asked. “Please, do you have a name? I’m Princess Alurra, this is Pidge.”

The woman stared at them both, as if she half-recognized them. “I’m... I’m Aliin.”

“Aliin,” Alurra repeated. “What did you mean by ‘his language’?”

“You people speak the same language Shiro did.”

They both glanced at each other, both of them having the same thoughts in their heads. Pidge cried “You know Shiro?” at the same time Alurra asked, “Is he alright? How do you know him?”

As far as Aliin could tell, the man behind the glass wall had traveled a great distance. Not only that, but he probably hadn’t traveled that distance willingly, judging by the lack of supplies. He had a defensive nature, the kind that was shown in squared shoulders and his mouth pressed into a hard line. His eyes watched everything, and the large scar across his nose made him look menacing, almost. 

And yet, despite the face and the show he seemed to be putting on, Aliin saw his fear most of all. He was scared, probably because he had no idea where he was. He didn’t know their language. Who could even say if he had even seen a Dijnay before? Aliin was assigned to be his nurse, but it was hard to treat a species that only looked vaguely similar to her own. 

“Dr. Borii, what do you think?” Aliin asked, folding her arms. They were standing side by side, staring through the one-way glass wall at their new patient. He had been found in one of the temples, right on the altar. Just lying there asleep. While that wasn’t uncommon to find homeless in the temples that were always open, this homeless man wasn’t Dijnay. He had no antennae, only one heart and red blood. Red blood.

They didn’t even know if he was male or female. They were calling him male for now and just hope they were right. Dr. Borri’s antennae twitched, evidence that he was running the problems through his head, going over everything. Aliin gave him a half-smile and waited silently. 

“I would say he’s scared,” Borri said eventually. “But other than the various scars and bruises he doesn’t appear to be sick or in bad health. We can try to take his vitals, but without getting a baseline for what his vitals should be that’s pointless for now. The only similarities he has to the Dijnay is he’s a bipedal organism with similar outward appearances to us, but his inward structure is entirely different than ours. I mean, just his immune system...” Dr. Borri sighed in frustration. “I’m afraid that if he does get sick we won’t be able to treat him for fear of killing him.”

“What about food or water?” Aliin asked. 

Dr. Borri shrugged helplessly. “Maybe? What if he’s allergic to our foods? Or maybe he doesn’t eat? Water is at least the basis of life, so hopefully that’s not poisonous to him. Get him a cup and try talking to him, alright?”

“Why-”

“Because you’re the only nurse I have who’s studying languages for her extended degree. Just try, okay?” 

Borri nodded to her, touching his fingers to his forehead. His antennae bowed as well before he shuffled down the corridor. Aliin glanced at her new patient, trying to decide if he was even intelligent. Was the predatory look just an animalistic tendency, or was there something more there?