Author's Note: Unedited Chapter
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Slowly, almost painfully, the figure sat up, clutching at pieces of debris to stabilize itself. Its movements were sluggish, heavy with the weight of injury and the cold of space.
As the figure regained some semblance of composure, it looked around at the floating bodies and the ruins of what was once a secure transport vessel. There was no sound in the vacuum of space, but if there was, it would have been a symphony of eerie, mournful silence.
"That bitch!" The figure muttered under its breath.
The figure's face, partially obscured by a damaged helmet, was scarred and worn. It reached up with a trembling hand to release the helmet's seal, pulling it off to reveal a visage that was both inhumane and haunting.
