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space. Of course, one of them is Jacobs, and the one beside him must be the Station Boss.
    Jacobs’ face has turned an odd shade of red. Humans have this strange thing they do when they’re upset. They change color. It happened with the female scientist too. Her cheeks turned a shade of light pink.
    With Jacobs, it makes him look ridiculous. But with the female, I found it strangely endearing.
    She was small and delicate and smelt incredible, a mixture of exotic blooms and fruits from far-off planets. For a moment, when I was with her, my headache disappeared.
    I vanquish the memory from my mind. What a ridiculous thing to think about right now. I wonder if being around Humans is making me stupid.
    “Stop right there, Kordolian!” The Station Boss takes a step forward. Unlike the soldiers we encountered in the dock, this Human looks older, his thinning hair shot through with traces of grey. The skin beneath his eyes is loose and dark, and he carries excess fat around his waist. “You are under arrest. Trespassing on sovereign Federation property is an offense.”
    “Under whose jurisdiction?” I move forward, looming over the sweating Human.
    “You’re on a Federation station, Kordolian. We are still governed by Earth Law. And I have two squadrons of peacekeepers on the way. You’re outnumbered. I would advise you to stand down.”
    “Peacekeepers?” I stare down at him through my visor. The datafeed tells me his heart rate is high, his breathing is rapid and his temperature is rising. He’s afraid. “Your peacekeepers aren’t coming. You really think you can win a siege against a fully armed Kordolian Elite Division?”
    I pick up the sound of movement behind me and realize the two guards are approaching. They think to surprise me. I pretend not to notice.
    “I’m out of patience, Station Boss.” He stares in wide-eyed horror as I turn, my movements enhanced by my armor. I execute a wide slash that takes off the head of one of the guards as he raises his laser weapon at me. The second guard is frozen, unable to move. I’ve plunged my other blade into his chest. Crimson blood erupts from his lips as he falls backward onto the carpeted floor.
    So Humans bleed red. Strange creatures.
    “I need your co-operation, Station Boss.” I reach the fat Human’s side before he can escape. “I need access to the supplies and materials on your station, and assistance from the Humans who operate your spacecraft repair service. I’m tired, Station Boss, and for that reason, I’d rather not kill any more of your people. But if you continue to make stupid decisions, that’s what will happen. I’m offering you a choice. But you’re the one in charge, so it’s your call. Will you co-operate with us, or will you continue this stupid resistance?”
    Fear. It’s one of the most useful tools in a war. The first thing we were taught in the military academy was how to instill and manipulate fear.
    Create fear. Dominate. Rule.
    It’s what we Kordolians do.
    The Station Boss will fold. I can tell from his stance. They always do.
    “W-we’ll help,” he stutters, looking at me as if I’m a monstrous Xargek. I might as well be, with my full Callidum exo-armor in place. I’m sure the battle suit was designed to intimidate, as well as provide the wearer with protection.
    “Wise decision. I will send someone with a list of our requirements. If the idea of fighting us enters your thick skull again, think about what just happened to your guards.”
    “Uhh,” he makes a low-pitched sound of shock, as a low boom reverberates through the walls.
    “Oh, and you might want to call off your troops downstairs, before any more of them are killed.” I turn to leave, sidestepping the bodies of the two guards. As I reach the doorway, my comm buzzes.
    “Rykal. What is it?”
    “Uh, general, we have a problem down here.”
    “What’s the problem, Rykal?”
    “We just saw several Xargek larvae escaping our ship.”
    I drop several