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Mak, Open Space
I was in open space. f**k, yes. With the never-ending blackness out the cockpit window, I finally felt free. No sectors, no battlegroups. Just unclaimed, uncharted universe. It was a familiar sensation, this need to be in control of my life, my destiny, but it had been some time. So much had happened since I’d been set up, since the traitor I now knew came from Cerberus, had destroyed everything I’d built. Ruined me. Led to my capture, first by the Coalition, then my capture and t*****e by the Hive. The struggle for survival. Escape. The unending days sentenced to a prisoner’s life on The Colony. It had all been his fault.
And now, I had to thank the traitor for my mate. For Gwen. And every dark thing I’d survived, every agony, the rage. It was all worth it.
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