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“All systems are operating as normal. Shield system operating at full capacity. Engines fully engaged and dark matter stores full and ready to go,” she replied.
“Good. Run maintenance scripts anyway. I want a full report once they’re complete,” I demanded.
“Yes, Master Morgn,” she said.
Fuck, I liked the way that sounded. I couldn’t wait to hear Alaina say those same words to me and my comrades. It was going to be fucking beautiful when she did.
I monitored a few of the systems, double checking the dark matter fuel supplies and the status of our shield. Everything looked great according to my analysis so far.
Vakarra flickered back into my view.
“Master Morgn? I’ve found some discrepancies in the engine system. For some reason, the turbocharger and pistons are erroring, not firing as expected. It’s inconsistent. This should be inspected,” she said.
“Shit,” I replied.
Davon came running in, breathing hard.
“There are pieces of the engine missing. Without them, we’re not going anywhere,” he declared, the look on his face serious.
“What do you mean, missing?”
“Gone. Disappeared. Someone must have went into the manifold and stole the parts,” he replied, his tone filled with concern.
What the fuck? Who the hell else was here in Atlanta other than us?
Chapter Nine
Alaina
This stupid rope still tied me to the pole. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get free. Every time I tried to untie it, it knotted tighter. I pulled and picked at it, but nothing seemed to help. It was as though the rope was possessed and had all intention of forcing me to be a Vakarran captive whether I liked it or not.
For fuck’s sake. I just wanted my freedom.
The sound of a shoe scraping against concrete echoed around me. I stilled completely. I tried to hear, but the men were talking so loudly in the ship and it was hard to focus on any one thing. I bit my lip. They sounded angry about something.
My heart pounded in my chest.
I’d heard rumors of other humans living in Atlanta, but most of the intel didn’t point in a positive direction. A renegade group of men lived out there, gathering weapons and tools to fight the Vakarrans. One woman had been captured by them once and had escaped to our camp. She wouldn’t comment on her experience, but every time the topic came up, this haunted look would pass over her face and she’d rush off and head to bed.
Maybe the rumors were true. Maybe this was dangerous territory. Or maybe it wasn’t, and we were the only ones here right now.
My eyes darted around, looking, searching, analyzing every shadow.
Another sound echoed, before someone touched my arm. I jerked, turning around as quickly as I could.
I gasped upon seeing a woman.
She was young, maybe twenty-two, long dark hair, green eyes, wearing jeans and a black leather jacket that looked like it had seen better days, but most important, she looked healthy. She looked like a survivor. She looked like me.
I swallowed heavily. She wasn’t what I expected at all.
Even her expression was kind, although filled with pity. She felt sad for me. To be honest, I felt kind of sad for me too.
Her green eyes studied mine. Hers were flecked with little slivers of blue. She smiled.
“Hi,” I whispered.
