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to understand that one does not make an enemy of Kordolians.
    The female soldier down in the dock understood it.
    The strange female scientist I encountered in the corridor understood it.
    This so-called Station Boss had better understand it. For their sake, and ours.
    We need to repair our battle cruiser and get back into the wormhole before it collapses. Otherwise we’ll have to return the long way, stuck on a six-orbit long roundabout trip across the outer sectors of the nine fucking galaxies.
    I don’t have time for that shit. There’s a Xargek warship floating around out there, and we need to hunt it down.
    “What in Kaiin’s name is taking so long?” The pain is in both of my temples now, insistent and merciless. I’m in a mood to fight. But I need a worthy opponent, not some slow, feeble Human.
    Killing these weaklings would just be a waste of plasma cartridges.
    We wait, tense and ready, and the footsteps of the Human reinforcements become louder. They’re approaching.
    Still, that damn Jacobs doesn’t appear. Perhaps he’s run off to hide, like a coward.
    I clench my teeth in frustration. “I’m going up,” I announce, drawing my twin Callidum blades from where they’re sheathed at my back. They’re better for fighting in close quarters. There’s a staircase to the left of the elevator. I head towards it. If the Station Boss doesn’t want to come out, I’ll hunt him down. “Hold the position.”
    Kalan and Arkan nod in agreement. We’ve done this sort of thing a hundred times before. As a crowd of Human soldiers converges on us from both sides, I disappear into the stairwell, taking the steps four at a time. I use the synergistic movement of the exo-suit to my advantage, passing four or five floors to reach the top of the stairs.
    I figure the Station Boss will be hiding at the top. Most leaders like to position themselves high up. I’m assuming this Human won’t be any different.
    Intelligent lifeforms are the same, throughout all the galaxies.
    The doors at the top are sealed with some sort of security code. I stab my blade into the glowing panel on the wall, the sharpened Callidum slicing through the components with ease. A shower of sparks flies out and an alarm goes off, bathing me in red, flashing light.
    Oh, for fuck’s sake.
    I kick the twin doors and they shudder open, sliding to reveal a dimly lit hallway.
    There’s thick, plush carpet underfoot. I snort in grim amusement. It’s a wasteful, indulgent choice. As I make my way down the corridor, a faint hum causes me to turn. I raise my sword and slice through a flying drone, a shower of sparks cascading to the floor as the cut halves of the machine drop noiselessly onto the dark carpet.
    In the same motion, I turn and bring my sword down through a second drone that has approached me from behind.
    Sparks go everywhere, spitting onto the dark carpet. Small fires start to burn, emitting chemical smoke.
    I start to run, heading for the big, ornate doors at the end of the passage. Two Human guards are stationed at the entrance, and they start firing at me with their laser weapons as I approach.
    Their shots glance off my armor as if they’re nothing. I hold my blades low and close to my body as they raise their weapons for another shot.
    “Don’t,” I order, running straight past them, kicking open the wide double doors. In a place where space is at a premium, they’re the old-fashioned swinging type.  
    Swinging doors. On an industrial station. Really? These Humans are crazy.
    The guards fire half-heartedly after me, but my exo-suit absorbs the shocks. I pull a Callidum throwing dagger from a sheath at my thigh and flick it over my shoulder. I don’t look back. It must have done something, because the irritating firing stops.
    I glance around the space I’ve entered.
    Two pale, Human faces stare back at me in shock. They’re standing in the centre of a spacious room, framed by wide windows looking out onto the vast emptiness of