It was a girl.
Kian sighed.
He hoped she was more practical than the females he encountered on the space station, Disguised Serenity, with all their layers and clothing that jutted out from their bodies.
This was not a time to have billowing clothing.
"Your ship is damaged."
"I am just trying to get to safety,” she said. He could hear her slapping her ship's controls, and it made him cringe.
That was not how one flew.
"I am here to protect you."
He heard a rustling over the comm. Was that her clothing or the ship?
"You have quite the timing."
"I always like to make an entrance."
She got reticent.
Wonderful.
He had offended the Ambassador.
The perfect way to start the peace talks.
His ship sensors warned him of more incoming Terran ships, and their trajectory was straight for the pod.
Why were the Terrans firing on their own people?
“I am going to wrap your pod,” Kian said.
“You’re what?”
“More of the Terrans are coming this way. Your shielding is failing. I need to get you to safety.”
“What about that big blue moon? It is the closest one.”
“You need to be escorted to Sol-3,” Kian said as he synced his ship with hers.
“Back there, through all the fighting? That’s not the best idea,” she said.
He glided the ship right over hers.
“Are you trying to hit me?”
“Did I?”
“I could touch your ship!”
“Good.”
More inbound attackers came.
Kian extended his shields and transformed the ship so that it protected the escape pod.
