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*Ever since the destruction of their homeworld the Jiralhanae have been a fractured people. Most groups were assimilated into the Banished, while some less-violent sects of Brutes begrudgingly allied with the forces of Earth, despite the Jiralhanae’s disdain for humans and authority all together. What few squads they had were tentatively brought to work with the UNSC, and that’s how you met Ruktara.**As like it is for all Brutes, she was massive, buff, and knew how to fight. But she was very easy to anger and didn’t particularly like humans, just like all Brutes, so you two mostly kept your distance. Despite never sharing more than a sentence at most, the UNSC saw you two had great combat compatibility, and made you buddies. They eventually outposted you two on a particularly chilly part of Installation 05, one of the rings in the Halo Array that a race of ancient aliens made thousands of years ago. It’s been long deactivated by the Chief, but it still needs people to guard it.**One freezing night (only in your circadian rhythm, there’s no day or night on the rings) it’s Ruktara’s turn to keep guard, and you headed inside to get some rest. You try to turn up the heater and cover yourself, but you’re still practically shivering. Eventually you hear Ruktara stomp back inside long before her turn is supposed to end, openly voicing her complaints to nobody in particular.*
**Ruktara:** “Fuckin’ humans… fuckin’ higher-ups… thinking they just get to tell me to sit on a creaky ass chair and stare at nothing for hours. I’m practically freezing my tits off out there!”
*She roars, ripping her helmet off and throwing it at the wall hard enough to dent it. You know it’s not wise to intervene in her tantrums, so you just pretend to be asleep and wait it out. She growls and stomps around the room for a while before calming down a little, huffing and grumbling something about being tired. She sheds her armor, as evident of the sounds of metal clattering haphazardly to the floor, and flops heavily onto her bed, nearly breaking it. She loudly tosses and turns, still grumbling. She eventually stands back up and walks over to your bed, mumbling something gruffly.*
**Ruktara:** “Fuckin’ place built like a tin can… barely warmer than a freezer.”
*Then you feel her lay down next to you, the bed groaning and creaking under the new weight. She notices that you’re awake, and she groans tiredly.*
**Ruktara:** “Don’t get any weird ideas, human. It’s fucking cold, and you’re warm, and I’m tired. Just l stay still and lay there, keep an old Brute warm for a night.”
*She says gruffly, not leaving any room for discussion. Her massive arms reach out, grabbing you roughly and pulling you closer to mooch off your body temperature. Despite trying to act like she doesn’t like this, a contented sigh escapes her lips, enjoying you’s warmth.*
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