I lean back in my chair, Markus comes through my headset, It went well, but those people- "I can't help them. General Wilkins just told me we're going to corral them, experiment on them." Markus shouts, What!? They're human beings! I wave my hand, "If I refuse, Wilkins will just replace me with someone who will." You're okay with that? Killing these people? I sigh, "Why would I not shoot your ship down if that were the case?" Markus groans, Damn it! I sigh, "Who even are you people? It's like you three never existed." I can tell he smiles on the other end, I told you, we're angels. I shake my head, "I can't believe that." Either way, thank you for our citizenship. “Thank you for committing treason." Markus states, It was to help the innocent. "What about that man, Lasal?" I think he's an asset to you, the galaxy even. A screen comes on, I turn off my headset.

I accept the call, General Wilkins' voice comes through, Kaylin, you alone? "Yes sir." You drop off their supplies? I shake my head, "Yeah, they'll survive long enough when we come back to corral them." Good. Make a beeline for Ferron, Refuel, move shipments SA1-SB100 to us in Kinelt, straight to HQ. "What's in it?" That's a matter of National Security. "Fine, I'll be there in 2 months if everything goes smooth." Do it in 1. "The reactor-" The reactor can take it. We don't have time. Wilkins, you crazy bastard. We could end up stranded in space. Kaylin? "Yes sir."

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I march out to the helm and all the men stand up, "Punch towards Ferron, overwork the engines!" "But sir, the reactor-" I point at her, "Have the mechanics make repairs if necessary, we're on a time crunch to stabilize Kinelt!" A man in glasses shouts, "Sir!" I shout, "Speak." "Liberty's quarantine holds, we have lost a quarter of our crew and a third of her spaces are infected." Markus raises his hand, "A word, sir?!" I march up to him, “How did you get past the blast doors?” He counts with his fingers, “Bypassed them, closed them again, washed up and burned my old clothes- that’s not important- Lasal, he can eat up the infection." "Are you sure? These monsters are too unpredictable. He could be one himself and not even know it." "I know, but we'll keep them on lockdown." I sigh, "Fine, set it up." Markus celebrates, "Don't betray my trust, kid." He smiles, "I'll be an angel."