I am number nine. Yes the number nine. The one the Morgs are after. I remember my mother use to tell me stories about the Morgs to make me go to sleep. My mom was one heck of a woman. She worked in a very important government job and I did not see her that often. I lived with my grandparents like other kids of my age. My dad died before I was born. He died fighting a Morg on other planet. My mom's best stories were always about my dad.
I remember the day the Morgs attacked our planet. My gramps took me to a ship and said I had to stay there and not move. I remember the expression on his face. He hugged me. I started crying and protesting to take me away. The next second Gramps was gone and a young man walked up to me. He was fairly handsome .He looked Spanish and had black hair that fell all over his face. He introduced himself as Sasha. I held Sasha's hand as we took off.