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blazed through the door, outlining a bulky, black shadow that easily towered over the two females.
    The shadow stepped forward, the light now glinting from the surface of the gray armor it wore, which molded to each impressive muscle. Bluish gray skin stretched tightly over its enormous bald head, mottled with purple veins. Deep set eyes glowed red as they fixed themselves onto the young woman, who took a small step backward.
    Raknorg . 
    The word rang inside Draco ’s mind like a death knoll and chilled his blood, leaving him brimming with icy dread.
    The Raknorg held his left arm across his chest as he pushed various buttons embedded in the armor on his sleeve. “Security check for sector two-dash-four-one-three.  Designated worker camp Delta.” He stared down at her, his fingers hovering over the buttons. “An anomaly in the atmosphere of the planet was logged last night. We are searching for witnesses. Do you have anything to report?”
    The young woman shook her head rapidly, her braid whipping back and forth. Draco could almost taste the fear in the air as he watched her chest heave in distress. Nothing good ever came from the Raknorg being around. The Raknorg race was primitive in mentality, and well known for bleeding planets dry in a constant quest for power through war. Most considered the race to be the bullies of the universe, more brawn than brains. In fact, their home planet of Rakkaar had been decimated from their endless quest to war, leaving them nomadic to an extent. No roots, just an insatiable thirst for victory at any cost. And to a world not as technologically advanced as they, that brawn was most often quite deadly.
    Metallic blips sounded as the Raknorg soldier pushed more buttons on his black glove.  “This area clear. Proceed to sector two-dash-four-one-four.” The gruff soldier lowered his arm and studied the young woman again with those blood-red eyes. “Should you not be at the facility, in your assigned processing position?”
    She took a deep breath and held her head up to meet the Raknorg ’s gaze full on. Draco couldn’t help but admire her tenacity. “I’m the only one left to care for the child, Serra. We work with the group that processes the rations.”
    The soldier turned his eerie eyes to where the child, Serra, sat, her blue eyes wide. The little girl ’s breath was raspy, and she coughed violently into her tiny fist under the intense scrutiny of the alien soldier. The Raknorg returned his ruby gaze to the child’s guardian. “She has the sickness. There is not much time before she, too, will be dead. Notify the sector chief when that happens, and you will be assigned a space in the facility instead.” His face remained expressionless, speaking of the child’s impending death as if it held no worth at all. Such an emotionless, deadly race. I hate these guys .
    The young woman blanched at the Raknorg ’s harsh words, then the muscles tensed in her slender neck as she steeled herself for a fight. Draco’s own body coiled tightly, a fierce need to protect the two women coming out of nowhere and hijacking his common sense. But instead, he merely watched as she took a deep breath and remained in control. “I will be sure to do that.”  The edge in her voice could have cut something with its sharpness.
    The Raknorg turned back to the door and stepped through. The door shut behind him with a dull but deliberate thud. The young woman ’s body went limp as she collapsed wearily against it.
    “That was close,” Serra’ s faint voice whispered.
    “Yeah, it was,” the woman agreed, her chin sinking into her chest with apparent relief.
    “I am sorry to have caused you such trouble.” With a deep breath, Draco stepped from his hiding place behind the filmy curtain. Both heads snapped in his direction in surprise.
    “You’ re awake!” The pleasure in Serra’s voice was hard to ignore, and Draco couldn’t help the smile that spread across his lips. Hopefully, her