Soooooooo, Season 2 is starting soon and I have a lot to study... and as a result I started writing this story.

One and only disclaimer: I own nothing from Dark Matter. Duh...

Hope you enjoy!

"Look for the answer inside your question."

She was aware of the ruckus going on outside, the sound of heavy boots on metal and the chattering of several voices. She could make out at least two men and a woman. They were arguing but she couldn't quite make out the words; she couldn't even really concentrate. Where was she? Why was it so dark? There was a loud pounding and she tried to open her eyes, but failed.

"Oh, another eye candy. Time to wake up, gorgeous." More banging. It seemed to vibrate straight to her head, making her nauseous all of a sudden. Pain struck through her entire body, followed by the sensation of falling. All noise faded and her consciousness seemed to be swallowed by the blackness that surrounded her.

The next thing she knew she was laying on a hard surface, a blonde woman in a blue jumpsuit poking and prodding her. Panic rose quickly. Where was she? It looked like an infirmary, but then, why was she there? Who was this woman? The more questions popped into her head the more agitated she became, her breathing hitching. In the span of a heartbeat, realization hit her that she had no idea who she was, and a complete sense of dread took over. She felt… lost. Alone and drifting. Her arms kept shaking and the thoughts in her head became erratic until the woman spoke.

"How are you feeling? Any headaches? Dizziness?"

"What? Who are you?" Her voice came out hoarse and broke a little towards the end.

"We all woke up from stasis without our memories. We have no idea who we are or how we got here." She spun around so fast she almost fell off the infirmary table. There were more people in the room, six to be exact, all cladded in black. Like a mouse cornered by hungry cats, her first instinct was to back against a wall in case any of these strangers meant her harm.

"What happened to us?"

"We don't know, sweetcakes. We were hoping you had some answers."

"I… " She looked between the four men and two women, hoping at least one of them would look familiar, but to no avail. It was the first time she was seeing any of their faces. But without her memory, that could be completely untrue. Hell, she wasn't really sure how her own face looked like. "I can't even remember my name."

"None of us do. We named ourselves after the order we woke up in. He is One." The guy that spoke first lifted his hand in a silent salute. "I am Two. That guy is Three."

"At your service, doll face." Two rolled her eyes and continued; she seemed nice enough. Fierce, but nice nonetheless. At least there were other women in this bizarre group of amnesiacs.

"The guy in the back is Four." The man gave a small nod and kept starring at her from the doorframe. He seemed a bit creepy. Of course, not as creepy as Three. "She is Five."

"Nice to meet you." A girl with green hair smiled kindly at her. She looked young and out of place, but her presence offered a sense of security; surely if the sweet looking girl was a part of this crew they weren't as bad as they looked, right?"

"And I am Six." He was a tall black man and despite the confusion written on his face, his eyes were gentle. "That makes you Seven."

"Shouldn't I be Seven?" The blonde woman spoke startling her. There was something off about her voice.

"But you're an android." Oh, so she was technically a sophisticated robot. It seemed disappointed though, for not being included in the count. She felt sorry for the android, even if she was aware that it couldn't have feelings.

"Eight suits her better anyway." Five spoke up, all gleeful and pointed to a spot on the back of her own neck. "She has a small tattoo there, an infinity sign. That's sort of eight looking, right?" Two sighed, but didn't argue.

"That' settled then. You're Eight from now on until we figure out who we really are."

"Yeah, okay. Great." It was far from great. She had been reduced to a number. She was basically no one, neither of them were anyone actually. They could die in that very moment and none of them would know if anyone would cry at the loss, if anyone waited for them somewhere, if they had a place they called 'home'. Fuck! They wouldn't even know their own names. Who the freaking hell would be even dyeing in the first place? She was trembling slightly, but she hoped no one would notice. She figured speaking with the others would prevent her from completely fall apart. "So… anyone knows what this place is? A ship?"

"Yeah. We think it's a cargo ship."

"Okay, cool. What are we transporting?"

"These babies." Three brought up to his face a huge riffle and blew a kiss its way. Okay, there was something wrong with him.

"Fantastic!" Eight smiled without really meaning it. It was that or cry her eyes out. "If that's not a good sight, I've clearly never been given any." Joking about it helped, it would lessen the tension, right?

"We don't know what the weapons are for. It's not a given that they are for evil purposes." One explained to her, but it seemed more like he was trying to convince himself rather than shed some light for Eight.

"Umm, they are weapons! People use them to kill other people. What good and noble purpose is there?" The room fell silent for a while and Eight cursed herself in her mind. Good job killing the mood! Well, the mood was dead since they woke with no memory, now she was technically desecrating the mood's grave. She shook her head to push the stupid thoughts away. "I'm sorry. I just… Do we know what caused the memory loss in the first place? Or if it will come back to us?" Two was the one to answer, folding her arms over her chest in the process.

"No. All we know is that we were in stasis, the ship was damaged, life support hit critical limits and hazard protocol kicked in automatically awakening all us." As if reading Eight's thoughts, the android continued with the explanations.

"Your pod malfunctioned somewhere along the ride, that's why it took longer for you to come to. No damage done, though; you are good as new." She gave Eight a small smile. Well, good as new came with a free memory wipe. Yay!

"We're hoping the memories will eventually return, since, apparently we weren't wiped clean. We retained some general knowledge and skills." One explained, gesturing with his arms to Four and Two. Okay, that was a good thing. At least maybe they would get a hint as to who they were, or in what field of activity they used to work.

"So… what now? Can we find out who we are? I mean, if this is our ship-"

"There is no data about the crew. We're going to check the ship and see what we can find. Here's your comm, so we can all keep in touch. Take this just in case." Two gave her a small earpiece and a hand gun. Eight didn't even look at the weapon as she stashed it in the helm of her pants quickly as if it burned her hand. "I'm going to the bridge with Android to figure out how to complete maintenance and maybe dig up some information."

With that, the feisty brunette and the android left. The others turned towards the exit after her, and Eight slid off the table to follow them. Bare feet hit the ground and she hissed, cold metal biting at her skin.

"Come with me. I'll show you were the lockers are. We took clothes from there ourselves, I'm sure you'll find something to suit you." Five's voice came from besides her and the younger girl led the way. It was fairly close, but Eight was already lost, the metal halls looking all the same to her. It was going to be a fun ride until she got her memories back… Lost in life and completely lost aboard a labyrinth of a ship.

In the locker room, Eight scanned through the piles of clothes, all seemingly in dark shades. She didn't mind as long as she was warm. She picked up a black jacket and smiled when it fit like a glove.

"I wonder if this was mine." She pondered as she was rolling a pair of socks over her freezing feet.

"It looks good on you. Even if it weren't yours though, no one would miss it, or these boots. I think they're your number."

"Ah, thank you." They weren't heavy, but they felt strange, as if she wasn't really used to walking in such heavy shoes. But they fit and they kept her feet far, far away from the icy floor. When she was all done she got up from the crate she was sitting on and looked at Five. "Should we check around here, see if there's anything useful in these lockers? Or did you guy already do that?"

"I don't think they did a thorough check. We just picked up things to wear and split up."

"Well, shall we? Something around here might trigger our memory."

"I think I'll snoop around a bit. Are you okay on your own?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. Don't worry about me, it's just like the android said, good as new." She flashed a smile, but didn't really feel it. In truth she was terrified of being alone. But Five smiled back and spun around on her heels, exiting the room. Her footsteps echoed in the hall, the sound fading with every passing second. Eight took her place back on the crate and rested her head in her hands.

What was she doing there? With this crew? Was she a part of it? One and Five looked innocent enough, but the others could be criminals. She was sure Three was, he was way too comfortable around guns. But appearances deceive. And they all had no memories. Anyone could be anything. A pilot, a cook, an engineer, a doctor, a psychopath. Well, one could be a doctor and a psychopath; it wasn't a profession, it was a mental defect. She rubbed her eyes, tears starting to fill them. Nothing made sense! She had nothing to start from, no clue about her previous existence. Nothing! She could be vile person, too; nothing excluded her from the equation.

She took a deep breath and calmed herself. Despairing didn't help her one bit. Her hand found the gun and she brought it for a closer inspection. Did she know how to use it? She knew the safety was locked so it wouldn't fire. Her fingers curled around the gun and she held it in front of her, pointing it at the wall ahead. It felt wrong, but she still knew how use it, she knew not to keep her finger on the trigger for she ricked firing too early, knew to keep both her eyes open when aiming. To her horror, she could name the places she had to hit to effectively kill a person. Damn it! She threw the gun aside and slid on the cold floor, her head on her knees, arms wrapped around her legs. She wasn't sure for long she sat like that, desperately trying to keep her mind black of any maddening thoughts. At some point, footsteps woke her from her trance. She wiped away the tears she had no idea she shed. There was a lot of 'not knowing' going on in her life.

Eight cautiously peeked up to see Four enter the room. Their eyes met and he halted. It gave the impression he didn't want her there, but there was no real way of knowing for sure. His face gave away nothing. Her next thought was that he was an assassin, the kind that stalked quietly in the dead of night and killed you before you even got too take a good look at him. And suck a shame, he was quite the looker.

"Seems like we had the same idea to scavenge this place." He replied nothing; he was like a freaking statue. His dark eyes kept examining her face and probably noting all the micro-expressions she was making. What if he misinterpreted the aggravated furrow of her brows as a hostile thing? Better break the awkward silence. "I… can go if you want."

"I'll look in the lockers. You take the crates." She was a little startled by his voice since she wasn't really expecting him to answer. But it was pleasant, low and just husky enough to make her want to hear it more. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to use his voice much.

"Ah, sure." She went to the first crate and started sorting through the clothes. She decided to order them into 'Men' and 'Women'. The crew could brows through them later and maybe everyone could identify what belonged to who, though she and Two could most likely fit in the same things. She passed through the two large crates fast, most of the things already scattered on the floor by whoever checked them first. She was startled when she ship jolted out of the blue, her hands grabbing the nearby wall to steady herself.

"Sounds like the engines started." He gave her a curt nod and proceeded to inspect the next locker. Eight would've felt a little offended, if the guy hadn't also displayed the same amount of conversation skill with the others. He wasn't much of a talker, she could respect that. She didn't feel like talking anyway. Well, she did, but what could they really talk about? Favorite food? No idea. Last vacation place? No idea. Loved ones? Not one clue. The only option left was to speculate on their current predicament, and she did that enough on her own. So she minded her business, checking the smaller crates and placing each item in its pile. She noticed Four had done the same with the things from the locker, adding them to the two piles she made. Eight moved to reach the last crate that was just behind Four, when her legs no longer reached the floor.

"What the…" She looked around and saw everything was starting to float, her silent companion included. In a moment of fright, she reached for him and grabbed the helm on his shirt. 'Surprised' didn't do justice to what she felt when he took hold of her hand and pulled her closer. She gasped and her eyes widen, then blushed when she thought her expression must have been ridiculous to him who always kept such a straight face.

When the artificial gravity kicked in again, Four landed on his feet with grace, unsurprisingly. He held her still, steadying her as she struggled not to land face first. She gripped his arm for better support and felt the muscles tighten. Damn, he was well built! She untangled herself from him before she could embarrass herself any further.

"Thanks. My face would've met the floor rather brutally…" His response came dry and cold.

"You have good balance. You could have landed on your own." Ouch! That was mean. It sounded as if he was annoyed she leaned on him for a few seconds there.

"Sorry… for being a bother?" He eyed her for a moment before cracking a smile. A small one, but a smile nevertheless. It was gone the moment she blinked. He shook his head and let out a short sigh.

"I only meant you should give yourself more credit."

"Oh." It had been a compliment then? She had good balance… was that a good thing? Was she an assassin from the shadows just like him?

"Let's go see what's going on." He took lead, guiding them both trough the metal maze that was the blasted ship. Eight tried to pay attention to the path they were taking, but failed miserably, her eyes landing on the man in front of her. She was transfixed with the way his muscles flexed beneath the skin of his upper arms. His back was wide, strong. And his ass, hot damn! Come to think of it, the entire crew was surprisingly good looking. Even Five who was probably in her teens was gorgeous. But Four? He was making up for the brooding personality with his perfectly sculptured body. Eight probably looked like a potato, all groups need a mascot, right? She heard voices and shook away the silly thought, making a mental note to find a mirror the next time she wanders around the ship.

"Any idea who attacked us or why?" One came on the bridge just as she and Four took spots in the back of the group.

"None whatsoever."

"Maybe the robot had something to do with it?" Of course Three was the first to jump to conclusions. Out of everyone on board, Eight suspected the android the least. She was a machine after all, she had no will or desires of her own. The banter between Three and the android kept going for a while, making Eight's eye twitch with every sentence spoken by the two.
"I have no intentions of harming anyone on this ship."

"Except for the part you tried to kill us."

"I have no memory of such an attack."

"So you keep saying."

"Alright calm down."

"Are you kidding me? I woke up a couple of hours ago, I got no idea who I am, how the hell I got here. Nearly got killed by the Forgetful Robot, almost blasted to scrag by some mysterious ship, and now we are floating in the middle of who-knows-where."

"Actually we do know where. We're on course for a nearby inhabited world. Before we were attacked I initiated a recovery program in order to salvage recently deleted data." Well, that was neat. Someone could have information on who they were on that planet.

"You can do that?"

"The process is time-consuming and most of the information is irretrievable. However I managed to salvage some data like the ship's original destination. We should be arriving in less than 12 hours."

"Okay. Everyone pick a room and get some rest. We don't know what will be waiting for us when we get there."

Eight trailed the rest of the group, while only Two remained on the bridge with the android. Most of them appeared to already have chosen a room as their own, each heading towards a door with determination. She stood in the center of the hall, examining the sleeping quarters from afar. The crew scattered, some entering the rooms near the exit, other venturing further down the hall. Eight decided to keep things simple and stay as close as possible to the way she came from; with her level of orientation she was bound to get lost fast if she didn't keep tags on the paths and her current position.

She slid the door open and took in the fairly empty room. There was a spacious bed, thankfully, and two nightstands flanking it. Then there was a small desk with a computer and what appeared to be a dresser. She noted a smaller door and, hoping it was the bathroom, she went in. It was indeed a small bathroom and the first ting Eight did was stare at her reflection in the mirror. Dark hair was gathered in a plated bun on top of her head. It looked hideous, so she struggled a couple of minutes to untangle it and massage her sore scalp. Her hair was long and wavy, passing her elbows. It was silky and she wondered why she let anyone braid it in such a way in the first place. Looking again in the mirror she took in her other features. Pale skin, light brown eyes, small pouty lips, and straight nose. The person staring back at her looked both familiar and foreign at the same time. But it was a slight relief, that she vaguely recognized the face she saw everyday for the past decade.

She left the bathroom to inspect the rest of the room. The tall dresser was filled with clothes lingerie items, resulting this had been a woman's room, maybe even her own. Pushing past the fabrics she noted all of them were in dark or faded colors and most of them were dresses, some very pretentious. Who wore dresses in space? A she scooped up another deep red dress, she found a couple jewelry boxes at the back, hidden from curious eyes. Checking each one she kept an inventory in her head: three necklaces, five braces, one old-looking ring and a delicate tiara. How pompous! Who even wore tiaras anymore? She shook her head and stuffed everything back. She silently wished it hadn't been her room before the whole stasis induced memory loss.

The pale pink covers of the bed were soft and welcoming. The moment her head hit the pillow she felt herself drifting to sleep. Thoughts of assassins and criminals crossed her mind, but more as an afterthought than an actual processed idea. It was silent but for the low murmur of the ship being in FTL.

The pounding on the door gave Eight a strange déjà-vu. All of a sudden she was waking from stasis all over again, the past hours were going to repeat and she would forever be stuck in a loop of falling asleep and waking up with no past, no identity. She jumped out of bed, breathing raged. Her skin was clammy, she needed a shower. More pounding made her hurry to the door. When it slid open, Two was glaring at her, but as she saw her disheveled self, the other woman's expression softened.

"Are you okay?"

"I think so, yeah. I got a weird feeling that I was waking up in the pod again." The pity in Two's eyes was welcomed, though annoying to some degree. She didn't want anyone's pity, she just wanted to know who she was. "Uh, can I help you with anything?"

"We're landing soon. I was going to send you on the ground with the boys, but maybe you should stay here." Eight's brows furrowed. The fact that Two was going to send her anywhere bothered her. She wasn't asking her to go, she was giving an order. She had half a mind to protest, but gave in. She needed air. Fresh air.

"No, it's fine. I'll just take a quick shower and come to the bridge."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Someone has to keep the men in check." Two cracked a smirk at the remark and nodded.

One quick shower later, Eight picked a pair of black pants and a tight blue shirt. Her hair had gotten wet and was sticking to her skin, so she gathered it in a loose braid. Heavy boots on, she made her way to the bridge. Two signaled her to follow and the women left for the hangar. Eight saw Three entering a small ship and sighed. It was going to be a fun trip. Two went in first and Eight took the last seat in the very back.

"We tried communicating with whoever's down there but received no response." The android's constant voice always seemed to have something grim to tell them.

"Could be a tech issue." Ah, One, ever the optimist. Eight thought it was more practical to assume the worst, just in case. Then, nothing could disappoint or surprise them. She was not a pessimist, but going on a unknown planet expecting rainbows and butterflies seemed like a stupid plan.

"Could be a lot of things. Fly safe." With that, Two exited the ship and the android started the engine. Eight's eyes landed on the back of Four's head. He hadn't turned to look after Two as she bounced her perfectly curved ass of the ship and it made her wonder if he wasn't attracted to her or he had just that much self-control. After a short moment of silent debating, she voted for the self-control; the man wore a perfectly sculptured mask all the time. She spent the rest of the way to the planer wondering what Five was doing and how Two managed to keep her off their little expedition. When they landed, One rambled again, his sunny perspective of the world starting to aggravate her. For once she was finding Three a more reasonable man.

"There's no reason to assume the inhabitants will be hostile."

"No reason to assume they won't be."

"Remember, we're just looking for answers. We're not here to cause trouble."

"That's far enough!" Yeah, always expect problems! "Who are you? Why are you here?" Eight almost laughed at the 1000 points question. She would have, if it weren't for the guns pointed at them.

"Yeah, I was afraid those questions might come up."

"They're not Corporate Guard. They could be Hrothgar's people." Eight pondered who was this Hrothgar for only a second. She had more urgent questions that needed answers, like who she was.

"Did Hrothgar send you?"

"We didn't come here to hurt anyone."

"Or get hurt. Especially that last part."

"So why don't we just lower our weapons... All of us." After Three reluctantly lowered his gun, the miners took them to a dining hall and offered them a bite. Eight scanned the area for anything that might jog her memory, but nothing stood out. The food was welcomed, thought. She hadn't realized how famished she had been until food touched her taste buds.

"You say your ship was attacked?"

"Well, we're not exactly..."

"Raiders. Came at us out of nowhere, disabled our engines, looted our ship, left us for dead." Three saving the day. Maybe she hadn't given the man enough credit. He certainly knew how to handle the situation better than One.

"You're lucky to be alive."

"Wouldn't be if we hadn't managed to restore life-support. With nav systems down, we were flying blind, we got lucky, picked up your settlement on our long-range scanners."

"Wow, well, you're welcome to re-supply and help yourself to whatever you need. But then you best be off."

"Why's that?"

"We're expecting trouble. We pull enough tarium out of the ground to get by, but we've never been of interest to any of the big multi-corps. That is until now."

"You hit a big strike?" Six asked, appearing genuinely interested.

"It was a couple of Ferrous Corporation geologists. Surveying the nearby asteroid belt. Apparently they found the mother lode. But without a Hab-1 planet in the vicinity, it would be too expensive to extract. They need a place to house the miners, grow food, source fresh water."

"Some place like here? But it's a big planet."

"It's not big enough so far as they're concerned. The multi-corps don't share planetary resources. It minimizes the risk of outsiders, interfering with their operations. As long we work this claim, we have legal title. But if we were to leave, or if something should happen to us... well, you get the idea. So that's why you wanna be long gone before the Raza get here."

"The Raza?" Eight found herself muttering the word without giving it much thought. It rolled off her tongue in a strangely fluid way, almost familiar.

"They work as enforcers for the multi-corps. They clean up loose ends, trouble spots... like us. They're aliens, they're half-man, half-reptile, and I've heard that they're over seven feet tall, and they have skin that burns to the..."

"The fact is no one really knows what they are, because no one's ever survived an encounter with them."

The rest of the conversation faded in the background as panic struck Eight again. Why was the name of such a terrifying alien race even slightly known to her? It was the first thing that was remotely recognizable besides her own face. Her hands balled into fists, nails biting the skin of her palm. What if she was truly evil? Maybe she was sent on the ship with these people to sabotage the shipment, so these Raza could infiltrate easily. Perhaps she wasn't part of the crew. She could have been the one that set the memory wipe, the culprit they're all searching for. A warm hand clasped firmly on her shoulder and she almost jumped in her seat.

"Are you alright?" Four's voice was soothing and her eyes might have lingered an unnecessary second or two on his lips.

"What? Um, oh, yes. I spaced out for a moment." She eyed her empty tray, slightly flustered at her own emotions taking over her so easily. Four retracted his hand without another words, but not before giving a slight squeeze. It was the most comforting thing that she could recall in her entire existence, existence that spanned, as far she knew, for a day or less. It was an extremely saddening realization.

"We seemed to have scared the little lady." The leader of the miners let out a laugh but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He was most likely frightened too. "You best be on your way then. We prepared some supplies for you to take." They were escorted back to their Marauder and handed crates, each taking one. The leader and his people gathered for their departure and Eight's mood got even darker as she looked at the soon-to-be-dead.

"Gentlemen. My lady." The old miner gave her a soft smile and Eight couldn't help but feel sorry for the miners. They were on borrowed time, soon to be exterminated by some giant reptile people. With all their distress, they still helped their little crew.

"Thank you for your hospitality. Not many would have greeted strangers with such generosity." Eight bowed, as much as she managed with the heavy crate in her hands.

"Such nice manners. The pleasure was ours." He bowed his head politely and smiled a little wider. As Eight was boarding the Marauder she heard One talk to the blonde miner girl.

"That pendant, does it hold any special significance?"

"Hrothgar gave it to me before he left. He said it symbolized freedom in the face of oppression and that when his people arrived we'd be able to recognize them 'cause they too would have this mark."

She saw One coming aboard with determination written all over his face. He was a man with a mission set in stone. "This isn't right. Am I the only person who heard what they said? A shipment of arms? Obviously we were meant to help these people."

"We don't know that." It was, as usual, Three who contradicted him. The scruffy looking man seemed to take pleasure in being against the other's opinions.

"And the fact that we have a cargo hold full of weapons, that's a coincidence?"

"You're forgetting one important detail, the scary lizard people that are on their way to this planet to destroy everything! I'm guessing you don't wanna be there when they show up."

"Okay, I admit, that part sounded bad."

"Let's table this discussion until we're back on the ship, alright?" Six mediated the whole argument and Eight had to agree with him.

"Agreed. This is something we all should have a say in." And think through with a clear mind. No matter the respect Eight held for the miners, the pressing matter of their current state was still the bigger issue. How were they supposed to help the miners if they couldn't even help themselves?

The Marauder docked back on the mother ship and the crew gathered in the dining hall. One went on and on about how they were meant to save the miners and he held the pendant he had found in his room as unquestionable proof. It was plausible, she gave him that, but Eight wanted to lay down all the options before taking a final decision. Their fates were in balance; it was no laughing matter.

"I'm telling you, we're supposed to be helping these people. The matching pendants? It can't be a coincidence."

"They were nice enough to help us and offer supplies. They're good people we are abandoning." Eight stated calmly, thinking it more relevant than what they were sent there to do before their memories were erased.

"All I'm saying is even if we're supposed to be helping these people, which I doubt, doesn't mean we're gonna do it. We don't even know what happened to us, or how we're going to get our memories back."

"And those weapons would fetch a very good price on the open market. The money would go a long way." Two said matter-of-factly, not sounding too pleased with herself.

"Except they're already paid for. They belong to the miners."

"Doesn't matter if they belong to the miners. They're in our cargo hold. They belong to us now."

"Those people will die if we don't help them."

"They're already dead." There was a moment of silence as Four spoke up from his spot, not bothering to stop eating his soup. So he was against giving the weapons away. Good to know; there were two crew members already for keeping the weapons.

"He doesn't say much, but when he does, it makes sense." Three was the first to break the silence, amazed by his new ally in the argument.

"If their enemy is even half as powerful as they believe, then they're doomed."

"The least we can do is give them a fighting chance."

"I'm pretty sure the least we can do is nothing. Which, for the record, is what I'm suggesting we do."

"Giving them the weapons to just loose the fight and be slaughtered anyway is a waste of resourced that we need." Eight countered. She felt all eyes shift towards her, but didn't shy away.

"Are you for helping the miners or against? Make up your god damn mind!" One shouted angrily at her, slamming a hand on the table. Eight saw red in front on her eye and she got to her feet, her own hands connecting to the table's surface with a loud bang. Who did this prick think he was? He was just another number like the rest of them.

"I want us to take all possibilities into account! Walk through all the consequences! This is an important decision we have to take and we have to think rationally. We find ourselves in a peculiar situation here, without all the information on hand. Helping them could mean death for us. Do you want to die not even knowing who the hell you are? Do any of you want that?" She took a long breath and pinched the bridge of her nose in an attempt to calm herself, then continued. "I'm not saying we abandon them. But our top priority should be ourselves and what we have to do from here on, after we leave this planet behind."

"Alright. Let's put it to a vote." One said defeated, his ears red from embarrassment. Eight sat back down and waited to see what everyone was voting.

"Fine. I vote that we keep the weapons, we sell them, take what we make to stay alive, and find out what the hell happened to us."

"Agreed." Four muttered, still sipping at the damn soup. Was it more important than the debate they were having?

"I think we do what we know we came here to do, complete the delivery."

"He's right. I say we help those people." Six added as if the decision had been long made.

" Yeah, me too, I want to help those people." Five jumped in eagerly only to be shut down by Three.

"Wait a minute, she can't vote."

"Why not?!"

" Cause you're a kid."

"She's a member of this crew."

"Who's a kid, what are you, like, 15 years old?"

"Do we really have to have a vote to decide if she gets to vote?"

"I vote against her voting." Three lifted his hand but was met only with glares. When Four also shook his head in disapproval, he turned to Eight. "What about you, doll? Are you with us?" Eight looked at Three. He had a charming smile, the kind that you see on someone's face while they rob you blind. Did she want to be associated with someone like him? Her eyes landed on Four. He was a calm and calculated person from what she had gathered so far. He must have objectively analyzed the entire situation before coming to that conclusion. On the other side, there were One, Five and Six, all passionate and ruled by their hearts. Eight sighed and reluctantly gave her response, fully aware she was giving Two the decisive vote.

"As much as I want to help the miners I think blindly giving up our resources is plainly stupid in this particular situation. We need those weapons as much as they do. Besides, they had a choice, they could have just left. We don't even really know our options, we know a little more than nothing! I vote we sell the weapons and figure out how to restore our memories."

"Spoken like a true orator! Great, three to three. What do you say, boss lady?" Three smirked and turned towards Two, who was apparently in charge. When had that happened? The woman took a moment to think then gave the most diplomatic answer.

"Set half the crates aside. The rest go down to the surface." It was fair to some extent, both parties were receiving something. A win-win situation in theory. Unless it turned into a lose-lose one in practice, when the miners got killed despite the weapons and the crew had no more fuel money.

No one contested her decision though. It was the best they were going to settle for anyway. One was not going to completely abandon the miners and Three would sooner put a bullet trough One's head before giving away their only funds.

The crew scattered, some following Two to divide the cache. Eight got up and left too when she met Five's eyes. She liked the girl, but she was not going to feel sorry for the decision she came to. She caught up with the others on her way to the sleeping quarters and Three came to walk by her side.

"You voted for keeping the weapons."

"I know, I was there. What of it?" She was tired and only wished to find the damn sleeping quarters.

"You seemed to be getting friendly with them back on the ground. Didn't expect you to turn your back on them, that's all, sweetcheeks. That was cold-hearted of you." The playful undertone made her want to loosen up some of the tension and play along with him.

"Ah, and here I thought you'd appreciate the gesture and notice me, darling. You're such a heartbreaker."

"Now, now, don't be silly. Of course I noticed you. From the moment I laid eyes on your sleeping form in the stasis pod."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, yeah. So what do you say, later tonight-"

"In your dreams only, tiger." She replied sweetly and took a different corridor splitting from them to escape the ridiculous conversation. It was becoming awkward since she suspected everyone in front of them was listening in. One surely was, as he let out a scoff and shook his head. She ventured on her own, getting completely lost. A few more minutes of aimlessly wandering and she recognized the door towards the bridge. As she was about to turn the other way around, Two's voice came through her comm.

"I need everyone on the bridge, now." Well, that was convenient. She made her way inside and both the woman and the android turned from the screen to her.

"That was fast."

"I might or might not have gotten lost." Two opened her mouth to ask something but was interrupted by One and the others.

"What's going on?"

"The Android managed to recover a significant amount of data related to this ship and its crew."

"Well, that's good, isn't it?" Six sounded hopeful, but Eight sighed. Two wouldn't have called them all in such a rush if there was good news. The android soon confirmed her worries.

"Marcus Boone... murder, assault, kidnapping, piracy.

Griffin Jones... murder, assault, smuggling.

Jace Corso... murder, assault, kidnapping, trafficking, theft.

Ryo Tetsudo... murder, assault, piracy.

Portia Lin... murder, assault, arson, theft, piracy."

"Turns out the Raza aren't a race of aliens. 'The Raza' is the name of this ship. We're not here to help these people. We're here to kill them."

Okay, so I had two OC ideas for this TV show ever since I watched the first episode. I spent more than half a day deciding which one to use and then choosing a name for her [ name that you won't find out for another chapter or two, possibly three... along with other things about her ]

The story will most likely have one chapter per episode and go along with season 2 when it airs. Hmm what else?

Oh, about her Number... anyone bothered she's Eight? I wanted to tie it with the whole forever/infinite theme.

Also... its gonna be M! You have been warned.

Let me know what you think so far :3