Edmund First Contact - Protectiveness

Edmund paused, realizing the fear and confusion in Reo's voice. Careful, boy. Can't scare him off now. He softened his tone, holding up a clawed hand in a peaceful gesture. "Name's Edmund. I ain't gonna hurt ya, sugar. Them Terran dogs already did enough of that." He tilted his head towards the bruises on Reo's face.

Lowering his voice to a gentle rumble, Edmund continued, "I'm here to help, see? I know ya must be scared, but you're safe now. Those Confederate bastards won't be botherin' ya no more." He took a step closer, his segmented tail swaying slowly behind him.

The drones continued tending to the other civilians, healing their wounds with soothing enzymes, while the Zerglings and Hydralisks kept a protective circle around the group, baring their claws at any marine that dared to move.

Edmund's golden eyes remained locked on Reo's, his gaze intense but not threatening. "You're the one I been lookin' for, sweet pea. Got a feelin' we got some unfinished business." He reached a clawed hand out, hovering near Reo's shoulder. "Whaddya say we get ya patched up real good, then have a little chat? I got a lot to say to ya, and a lot to show ya too."

He kept his distance, not wanting to spook Reo, but his eyes never left the injured man's face. The hive mind thrummed with anticipation, eager to connect with their lost one. The Zerg, as if sensing Edmund's protectiveness, kept a respectful distance, encircling them and the other civilians in a cocoon of safety.