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you. I want...need to thank all of you for saving me so long ago. Chance, you and Adam, Adrian, and Mark will always be with me. Please keep up the fight for freedom knowing I'll always be with you every time you think of me. Th..this is Gracie saying goodnight and goodbye, my love." Gracie ended the transmission as tears choked her and her vision blurred so badly she couldn't see anything.

    Gracie impatiently brushed the tears away. If she was going to die, she was going to take those pissant aliens with her. Gracie programmed the supply ship to enter hyperdrive and set the mother ships navigation system to follow. She also set the self-destruct to half the time. Both ships would explode during the light jump making sure nothing else was damaged. Gracie watched out of the front view as the stars seemed to blur together. Within seconds, she was pushed back against the back of her seat. She closed her eyes and waited for the end. Everything seemed to slow as she felt the push from the mother ship as it exploded. The shockwave threw her forward with such force the shoulder strap on the harness broke throwing her forward. As darkness descended Gracie drew a picture of Chance holding her in his arms and smiled.

     

     

    Grand Admiral Kordon Jefe strode into the conference room with a grim expression darkening his mood but none of that showed on his face. He just finished reading the report sent in on the latest attack by a new alien species on one of their remote mining planets. Everyone was dead and the planet strip of most of its resources. The last message received from the mining colony was two weeks before. Some imbecile captain on the remote station of Atphlon didn't think it important enough to investigate the emergency signals being sent out until two days before. That captain was now washing floors on Atphlon as a private. Kordon didn't tolerate idiots under his command. He didn't bother to nod to the other officers standing around the table waiting for him to sit first. He moved to the chair at the head of the conference table and sat pulling the data grid closer and pulling up the information the frigate sent to the sight looking for survivors had reported. He already knew every detail in the report, now he wanted answers.

    "What have you to report?" Kordon looked at his head of security.

    Chief Bran Markus cleared his throat before answering calmly. “Two hundred and fifty-eight colonists dead or missing, any resource worth having gone, the colony destroyed. Source appears to be the same as before. We were able to get a brief glimpse of some of the attackers and one of their vehicles before communications was terminated.” Bran nodded to a center screen displaying the mining foreman as he sent the distress signal.

    “We are under attack by an unknown force. They…they have captured most of the men as they came out of the mines. All women and children have been killed.” The man wiped his face as sweat dripped down it. “Those bastards have some type of shield we can’t get through. We need immediate assistance.” A loud explosion could be heard in the background. “The….they’ve breached the complex headquarters. Th…” The transmission ended as screams filled the air.

    Captain Leila Toolas, his chief medical officer responded. “From the details I’ve been able to retrieve from the bodies left whoever was there killed any female not able to reproduce and young children immediately. From the list there were fifteen females within a breeding range unaccounted for. The men…” Captain Toolas paled as she continued. “The remains of the men show body parts missing. Limbs and internal organs were removed with surgical precision.”

     

    Kordon kept his expression blank as he took each report. He finally came to his communications officer, a Ta’nee. The Ta’nee were known for their language and communication skills. The rich red hair down the center of Lieutenant Mohan’s flared with