“You f***ing traitor, you don’t even realise what you’ve done!”
Hindmarsh lay there with a bruised and bloody face, broken nose and swollen eye with blood dropping out of it. It’s officially now, he’s going to have to start wearing an eyepatch. “…What are you talking about?” Hindmarsh said with a pained and raspy voice.
A woman in the special operation team yelled “We call those things Nomads. The ones with the purple eyes and parasites. Their infesting us and trying to get the houses to go to war so they weaken us all before conquering and exterminating our species.” She sighed, she was tired. She probably hadn’t gotten much sleep. None of them sounded like they had enough sleep, probably for days on end. They must have been on drugs just to keep up.
“…How’d you know about….about me?” Hindmarsh asked. He needed to know where he went wrong. “…And,… and why am I being kept alive? What…do you want?”
Their team leader walked away from him. Whoever this guy was, he was probably an honourable man. He didn’t want to waste his sight on Hindmarsh, a traitor not just to Liberty, but to his own species.
“We need you…to train us how to fly that ship. Its got their weapons, we’re going to need those torpedoes in our fight with the nomads.” The special operations team leader said in a tired voice. He sounded…overstretched and elderly. He’d been doing this sh*t for too long.
“Oh, you need the stealth capabi-”
“No, we’ve got a cloaked battleship we're using for recon. We need your ship for its adapted torpedoes.”
The woman in the special operations team became vehemently alarmed. “Wait John, shut the f*** up! We haven’t tested him for infection yet!”
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