His feet clicked onto the ground, as the artificial gravity initiated. The human nodded to himself, and used some sort of suction technology to adhere the tunnel to the enemy ship. He tested a red lever with a feeble hand, and confirmed that it wasn’t locked. All that tied him to us was a thin rope on his waist. The Terran unfurled a walkway on our side, then floated across to the Arxur vessel with a gentle push. We inched forward so that our airlock stood across from theirs.Ī vac-suited predator slipped into our emergency airlock, and I strained to see his movements through the window. Our craft latched onto an Arxur wing, attaching itself to the immobilized transport. There was going to be some light bruising tomorrow, if I lived past this battle. The shuttle lurched beneath my paws, and my vest pressed harder against my spines. “No,” a chorus of voices answered in unison. “Well, that’s great news,” I said, ignoring the jab. I don’t want to stay back, and let them do all the fighting. I wish I had a weapon, so I could actually help. Not that I blamed them an honorable death wasn’t the worst thing I could think of. There wouldn’t be many tears shed by anyone other than the UN brass, if the Arxur gunned me down today. I saw a few humans nod their heads in agreement, which caused me to lower my gaze. “You feel sorry for the racist war criminal?” a soldier called out. It was an innocent question,” Carlos sighed. Were you not listening to the damn announcements?” “Did we succeed at paralyzing the Arxur transport?” I asked the female chaperone. I was grateful we were only a minute out from the cattle vessel. Many of the general soldiers curled their lips in contempt as well I wasn’t winning any popularity contests with these predators. She bore an obvious disdain for me, but the male guard had enough of my fidgeting. Samantha traded places with Carlos halfway through the ride. I was glad to be at the end, so I could lean toward the wall. The humans were sandwiched together in the shuttle, brushing shoulders with each other. My bristles were being compressed at irritating angles, and the nearest soldiers seemed annoyed by my inability to sit still. I knew the armor might save my life, but I wish I waited longer to don it. The slender curvature of the human spine was a polar opposite, evolved for grace and flexibility. Its shape was not designed for the rotund Gojid species. The bulletproof vest afforded to me by the predators was snug around my spines, but nearly fell off my shoulders. Memory transcription subject: Captain Sovlin, Federation Fleet Commandĭate : October 6, 2136
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