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different colors as she spoke.

    “I have never encountered the language or signals recorded by the mining foreman. It was very perceptive of him to record the communications being transmitted. It will take time to decipher it as there is no known base to compare it to.” Mohan said softly. The fur along her cheeks changing to a slightly darker color as all eyes turned towards her.

    Kordon nodded ignoring the changes. He knew the Ta’nee were very shy and did not like being the center of attention. He looked at each member intently so they would understand what he was about to say, though, having worked with all of them except for Mohan who he brought on board almost a year ago for over the past twenty years, he knew it was not necessary.

    “I want answers. Find out if there are any signature marks from their ship. I want to know every ripple in space that has occurred in that region within the past month. Mohan, monitor all frequencies. Let me know if you hear anything out the ordinary. Toolas, get me a detailed report of the bodies. I want to know exactly what you know and what you think in the report. Bran, get me a report on the types of weapons that could have been used to cause that amount of destruction. I also want information on what types of shields they could have used. Report back in four hours.”

    Everyone stood immediately as Kordon stood and strode back out of the conference room. He walked over to the commander’s chair on the bridge and gave the order to the helmsmen to proceed to the miner’s colony. He wanted to look at the destruction first hand.

     

    Three years after crash landing

    Gracie moved quietly stalking her prey. It was a small creature not much bigger than a squirrel. She didn’t know the names of any of the creatures on the moon she had crashed on – in truth, she didn’t care…at least not at first.

    Gracie woke up three years ago to alarms sounding and a terrible headache. She finally managed to shut off the alarms resounding through the supply ship. She was amazed she was still alive. When the computer indicated the supply ship had crashed on the surface of an unknown moon it took Gracie a minute to realize something strange besides not being dead had occurred. It didn’t matter how hard she tried, the response from the computer system came up the same – unknown. Gracie shut everything down except life support even though the system verified the atmosphere was suitable for her life form.

    A week after she landed she was finally so sick of being confined to the small supply ship she would have fought a bear to get out of it. Her first step on an alien world should have been filled with trepidation but Gracie was beyond that. She was alone. She no longer feared death but welcomed the possibility. She knew she was grieving the loss of Chance. It took almost six months for her to finally talk herself into forcing herself to move forward. She began stretching out of her comfort zone. The first six months she stayed close to the supply ship. She focused on finding enough food to supplement the MREs Crocker had stowed aboard the ship. It was strange but it was almost like he expected her to need them. Gracie didn’t need much. She had gotten used to living on very little during the years they lived in the subway system.

    As the months turned to years, she learned to hunt, gather and forage for most of her food supply. She often wondered if this was what early humans must have done and felt when they fought for survival. The moon had a few predators but Gracie learned to avoid them. For the most part, there were primarily just small mammal type creatures like the one she was hunting now. She made sure to only seek them out a couple of times of month so she would not reduce the population, although they seem to be pretty prevalent.

    Gracie aimed the bow she made and let it fly. It had taken her over a year to get any good with one. Gracie grimaced as she approached the dead