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Chapter 1: Escape
Adrian woke up and found himself kneeling in a cell with his hands tied behind his back. His nose was broken, his right cheek was broken and he had tons of bruises and cuts all over his body. Everything was sore. Fuck. This hurts. At least I have quiet to think in. The admiral had some sort of alien thing in his head. That probably planted the thoughts about me being a traitor. It might be the covenant but then again it might not. I believe that not everyone had a bug but only the admiral. It doesn't matter since he commands the station anyways. Most likely ripping one out would kill the host but the bugs might be able to be removed surgically. I wonder how many of these bugs exist. What if every commander has one. That could mean that all of humanity would fall. No. I cannot be pessimistic. I have to look on the bright side. Fuck. There is no bright side. First off I have to escape and get some intel. Adrian painfully stood up and observed his surroundings. He was in a plain square room with three metal walls. A force-field covered the fourth wall. On the other side of the force-field was a guard-droid. The droid must be on security protocol which means it will be activated by motion. By my estimate I have about two square meters of moving space where it won't be able to see me. Adrian slowly moved himself into the droids blind spot and thought about what to do. First off, lets get these arm bonds off. Adrian struggled for five minutes but they didn't even loosen. Fuck. Onto plan two. Wait, I don't have a plan two. Fuck!
At that moment the door to the prison cell opened and the admiral walked in with four guards. They looked at Adrian through the force-field. "GD-074 engage surveillance protocol alpha," said the Admiral. The guard droid activated and turned to keep both eyes fixed on Adrian. The admiral and the four guards walked right up to the force-field and stared at Adrian. "Tell us everything, traitor."
The droid blinked one eye, the equivalent to a wink and walked behind the admiral. Adrian didn't miss the blink. He walked up to the force-field and prepared for action. Every muscle in his body tensed. Suddenly the force-field deactivated, the droids work. In the blink of an eye Adrian sprung forwards like a jaguar and knocked two guard to the ground. He punched one in the face, knocking him out but the other guard rolled away and stood up. The guard grabbed his pistol and was about to shoot Adrian when a laser bolt hit his wrist, blasting the hand off. He screamed in pain but it was shortly ended by a laser bolt to his chest. Adrian walked to the locker in the room and opened it. It was empty. He grabbed two pistols and their holsters and put it on his waist. He grabbed an assault rifle and strapped it to his back, and finally he grabbed a shotgun. "Why did you save me?" asked Adrian, looking at the droid.
"I knew you were innocent. Our only hope to stop this threat is to track the evil to it's source. Then we must terminate the source. Our first step must be to escape this facility and head for the outskirts of the galaxy. I have heard the communications, almost the entire galaxy is under the command of the evil. It's spreading from the middle and the outside. We must hurry, time is short," said HG-074. "I have a plan..." said Adrian.
Amanda woke up, the vision of the alien clear in her mind. It was just a dream, it was just a dream she convinced herself. She looked at the clock and gasped. She was going to be late. She punched Martin in the shoulder to wake him up and she burst into action. She got up, changed her clothes and ran into the storage room to get her things. Two minutes later she was in the hangar and ready to leave on her ship, the Vulture. Martin was nowhere to be seen. She punched the hangar wall and ran back to her bedroom. Martin was still sleeping. She grabbed some of his clothes from his closet and shoved them in a bag then grabbed Martin by the hair and pulled him up. "Okay okay! I'm ready," he said and she let go of his hair. Amanda grabbed him by the night-shirt and pulled him to the ship with him complaining every step of the way. Finally she got him into the ship and forced him to sit down. She closed the hatch, stowed the luggage and started ignition. "Please don't make me go, Amanda. I really don't want to go," he pleaded. She leaned over and passionately kissed him. She put her hand on his knee and slowly moved it up and up then stopped and pulled away. The look on Martin's face was of pure joy. "Okay, I want to go," he said, smiling.