She was alone on her bed fast asleep when the call came through.
Her heart pounded to the point that it was break through its cage to freedom.
Tears rolled down her muzzle as she heard the mans voice come across the link.
The inaudible moans of pain from her heart shattering rent through her mind.
The time of the call seemed to drag on. The cold enveloped her body as her mind went numb.
Suicide was all that was declared...
Instead of facing tomorrow she faced her death she thought.
Getting up off her mat of a bed she stood up. The man in the communication room was coming up behind her.
"Get up slave, you need to take care of a body on the lower levels" laughing the entire time.
Hatred burned in her eyes and heart towards that man.
He would not be the death of her she swore. I refuse to go out like that, she thought.
Placing her cowl and robe back on over her head, she began to chant silently in her head.
As Zerelda Jane walked to the lower levels of the space station she rubbed her stomach.
I'll get us out my babe, she thought as she walked to her destination.
It may be to late for your Aunt Xera, but We will make it out. I promise you that.
Turning around she knelt to her Best Friend and cleaned Xera before her final resting place in space.