Pehr’s eyes narrowed on the strange alien species holding his life in his hand. He had planned on using this mission to break free of his required assignment. He might be a Marastin Dow, but he had discovered that there was a life much different from the one he had been raised to believe.
He knew his life expectancy would be cut short the longer he was aboard the Hoarder. He was the second officer aboard it and officers did not last long if they were not careful. He knew Kasha, the female the strange alien was talking about, had her eye on replacing him. He had already caught her trying to poison him. He hoped he would be able to slip away during this assignment, but his commander, paranoid that he meant to take his position, had sent him down with the attacking force.
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