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I tossed a determined glance at my crew. "Alright, let's board. Stick together. Keep guns drawn. Be swift and quiet. We can do this."

"I'm still here, too," Amada said through the communicator on my headset as she radioed in to me to check in. "Let me know if you need me."

"Roger that," I said. Amada would always need to feel wanted by me, but I didn't have time to dissect her meaning at the moment. We all had our jobs to do.

I was still nervous as we snuck past the hangar room and made our way through the Belic ship, treading the corridors with precision.

My first order of business was to find the prisoner chambers and free the human captives. The main reason the Belic race needed these humans was to kill them and dissect their bodies and use the scraps to build their own robots and cyborgs. The Belic's wanted one thing and that was simple. Organic matter and structural DNA.

The Belic fed off the power they absorbed from the humans they killed. They lived for this shit. They needed the human 'parts' in order to create a top tier, superior species of their own.

Fighting against the Belic was an uphill battle. They'd overrun our own planet, too. Sometimes I felt like the challenges were so impossible they weren't worth it, but I persevered anyway.

As I rounded a corner, I inadvertently crashed into someone. I glanced up and was immediately taken aback by a goddess of pure, exotic beauty standing before me.

I raised my ray gun, and she did the same. We stood there staring at each other, sizing each other up. Neither of us spoke or moved, but neither of us fired our gun at the other, either.

She was one hundred percentauthentichuman, and I could tell that right away. Her wide green eyes took control of me, but at the same time, I saw trepidation flickering inside them.

She was petite, with curves for days and frizzy brown hair that she looked like she tried to keep under control. Her sweet face made me instantly feel empathy for her. I felt possessive over her and an urge to protect her at all costs.

"Stay back or I'll shoot," she warned in a less than convincing, shaky voice.

"Easy now," I said. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here tohelpyou."

She frowned, giving me a puzzled look of doubt. "Who… are you? You… don't look like the others."

"The others?"

She nervously licked her lips and tossed a wary glance around the corridor, behind her shoulder and looking past me as well. "The cyborgs."

"They are Belic," I explained. "They want to hurt you, but if you come withme, I can lead you to safety."

She gave me a cynical frown again. "How can I be sure of that?"

"I understand that it's probably hard to trust me right now, especially since I'm sure you have no idea how you even got on this ship in the first place."

Her features softened. "It's true. I woke up here. The last thing I remember was walking down the street in Boston—"

"On Earth, right?"

She gave me a quizzical look as if that were the most ridiculous question that I could have asked her.

"Yes…" she trailed off guardedly and pushed her unruly hair off her shoulder.

"If you slowly want to lower your gun, I'll do the same," I promised her.

She showed some reluctance at first, but eventually, she yielded and did as I suggested, eyeing me with suspicion. I had no idea why she was roaming free and by herself, or how she got possession of what looked like a guard's ray gun— but the questions could come later.

When I didn't immediately try to shoot her down, her edginess wanned somewhat. "So… you can really help me get the hell out of here?" She arched an optimistic eyebrow.

"You'll be safe with me," I insisted, right as Nix rushed up to join us.

In order to earn her trust and get her on our side before it was too late, we had some explaining to do.

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