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They’ll have to go through me first.
    “Show’s over, folks.”
    A female Terulian drops in from above, a long, black staff in her hands. The ends sparkle with electricity, and she drags the staff across the floor, causing massive sparks. The blobs stop dead in their tracks, their tendrils still waving menacingly above their bodies.
    “I mean it,” the reptilian growls.
    The monsters seem to hesitate for a second before turning back around and crawling away. The crowd murmurs in disappointment – no doubt they wanted to see some blood being spilled – as everyone returns to their stalls.
    The female alien turns around, the obsidian stick hanging loosely by her side. She’s different from all other Terulians I have seen. The ones on the Mongoose were short and stocky, but she is tall and slender. Her skin is a deep-green, like most Terulians, but the fin on top of her head is bright yellow. Her navy-blue uniform has a metallic circle fastened onto her chest, like a badge of sorts.
    “Now, are you going to tell me why there’s a Zoran and a…” Her fiery red eye takes a good look at me, her brow furrowed. “…whatever you are… on my station?”

16

Drax
    “ W hat is this place ?” I growl.
    “This is our station, here at Vortex Security,” the female Terulian answers. “And here, I ask the questions.”
    The female led us to their base of operations: a small, cramped hole in the wall, with barely enough place for me to stretch my legs. I rub my neck, my skin still sore – and the electronic collar the Terulian placed around it isn’t helping. Captured by the lizardfolk. The shame!
    Isa’s bravery saved my life, which shames me even further. I should’ve been the one to save her, to bring her the answers she seeks, and to avenge my fallen crew, but I failed within five minutes of landing on Vortex. For a moment, everything went dark as the monster’s tendrils choked me. I thought it was all over.
    I now understand what she had said back on the shuttle about being equals. I didn’t see it at the time, but she was right. We’re now even, as far as saving each other’s lives goes. Perhaps I ought to trust her wisdom more often…
    If Vukota could hear me now he’d never let me live this down. A human?! he’d howl. He doesn’t know humans like I do, however. He doesn’t know their strength, their bravery, their stubbornness, their intelligence, their humor. It comes natural to Zorans to see ourselves as superior. After all, our military, like our physical prowess, is unmatched.
    Perhaps we aren’t as great as we think we are…
    But then again, perhaps the blob’s venom is still coursing through my veins, clouding my judgment.
    The Terulian brings us both something to drink, and then sits down behind her desk. I swirl the foul, blood-red liquid in my cup before knocking it back.
    “Name’s Tsula,” she says after a moment of silence. “And you are?”
    “Isabella,” my mate says. “And this is—”
    I hold my hand up to silence her. I’m sure my mate means well, but we shouldn’t make our enemies wiser than necessary. And right now, we don’t know enough about this mysterious woman.
    “Vortex Security?” I say. “Since when does this station have security?”
    “Since half a century or so ago,” she answers. “Don’t come here often, do you, Zoran?”
    “This is an outlaw’s den,” I scoff.
    “This is much more than that,” Tsula answers, hitting her desk with her fist. “It’s a home to millions. Yes, our laws may be more lax than some, but we house women, children. We have schools. We have hospitals. And we have as much a right to a good life as you do, Zoran.”
    Her words are filled with venom. It’s clear this issue runs deep.
    “You’re ruled by war criminals,” I say coldly.
    “We pay our rulers, and in return, they keep us safe. How is that any different from paying taxes to your government, Zoran? You’re one to talk about rulers anyway – last I heard, you