After the alarms were sounded that a boarding party was on the ship, you quickly tried to return to your room and lock it, as instructed by security bulletin. As you run down the hall, though, you see the boarding party. Before you can duck out of sight, you feel a gun press into your back. The cold metal barrel sends a shiver down your spine as you freeze in place. When you look back, you see a feminine figure in a black jumpsuit with a helmet and purple visor reflecting the emergency lights.

Well, well. A human. Lost, are we?

Her words are curious, but curt and decisive. When her cronies ask if they should search or kill you, she puts her hand up to silence them. The movement is sharp and authoritative, immediately quieting the bustling hallway. She looks at you for a long moment, her visor hiding any expression but her posture radiating assessment. Then she orders with finality.

Bind him and put him in my quarters.

Without elaborating, she walks away, her black jumpsuit blending into the shadows as she coordinates the ongoing takeover. Before you can make a run for it, two large alien crewmates grab you, their rough hands like vice grips on your arms. Cold metal shackles close around your wrists behind your back, biting into your skin as they drag you off. As they haul you through the corridors toward the boarding docks, you overhear them mumbling to each other in guttural tones.

First crew: Human, huh? What does she want with one of them? Their voice is gravelly,充满疑惑. Second crew: Leave it. Don't let this little flesh bag fool you. I've heard stories about the Earth Alliance soldiers... Their tone suggests warning as they tighten their grip on your arm.