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“Why do you watch her?” Warren asked from my right side. He’d caught me in the alien enclosure observation gallery again.
“She interests me.” I replied without ever taking my eyes from the reinforced aircraft hanger bay below. It had been changed to house the alien female by weekly putting in fighting android exercise machines and personal quarters for her.
The she we’re talking about is an intruder and a type of alien Warrior breed. She looks feline but is at the same time very seemingly human like. That she is not human is unquestioned once her sheer speed and agility are witnessed. She has claws that are razor sharp and long, they give her normal sized arms extraordinary reach and deadliness. All of our soldiers that got too close to her were dead; they had been sliced into pieces from ten feet away. Thank goodness, a tranquilizer gun was able to stop her or we would not be standing here watching her ferocity as she fought with the newest set of exercise machines. This was her sixth set of fighting machine so far. We had needed the engineering department to keep trying to build a new stronger set each week that could stand up to her claws and fighting strength. She had karate like fighting style with the machines but her blows tended to break the arms off easily and then her claws could cut the robotic metal bodies into shreds quite easily. So far, only the inside walls of the bay that was built to withstand engine exhaust and space debris had not been shredded yet. Although when we took too long to replace the exercise machines she did tended to scratch up the titanium walls. So far, she could not puncture them nor open the space door.
She had managed to get onto our space station six weeks ago without our notice and we have yet to find a ship or space vessel that we could identify as her transport. Warren had contacted the lead biologist to try to determine what kind of alien she was. She killed two of the first team before we were able to shoot and dope her again. Even then, the next set of biologists that went in and tried to examine her had found out that they could not touch her body without dropping dead so all experiments were suspended because we found that her mere touch was fatal to humans. In the end, she was simply “Alien” with a capitol “A.”
“You spend too much time here, Hugh.” Warren said coldly. Being my older brother, he worried about me.
“No I do not.” I replied evenly. I knew I would watch her until I had to leave for duty and every other possible waking moment.
She was humanoid in a wild exotically pleasing way. She was beautiful with soft cream and chocolate hair-like fur on all her extremities and a deep brown skin on her torso and head. Her face was almost human except for her golden eyes and fangs. Her waist long hair matched her color-blended fur. Other than her fur, she had very little clothing on only the necessity parts. It made her exposed skin more tantalizing by being uncovered.
“Whatever, but be sure of this Hugh; you will never be allowed in there.” Warren ordered and then simply walked out the security door.
“Right.” I said aloud to no one.
Contact with her being both forbidden and fatal, I nonetheless couldn’t resist watching her. I loved the colors of her fur, and watching her move was the most exotic and frightening thing I had ever seen. Warren was right to warn me off her because he knew how much she intrigued me. He just didn’t know why I was so intrigued. I was moved by how graceful she moved as she fought with never a wasted movement. In addition, her body looked so humanoid but it was joined so differently from human that she could move her arms and legs in tantalizing complex rhythms. I longed to get close to her if only to feel what her fur felt like or how she smelled. It would be death to try to touch her so I only watched through ten inches of bulletproof glass hour by the hour.
I knew that I was being recorded, as was she. I had seen all those previous weeks of recordings before ever coming here to watch her directly. She captivates me. I can’t explain it to myself let alone to anyone else. I could watch her run through all the new exercise machines in a dizzying blur that my eyes couldn’t track. Then she did dancing moves, which no human body could do, as she would play what could be music from her pack that was on her when we’d trapped her. This was all she ever did each day.
Why she simply stared at us without answering our questions or simply refusing or perhaps she couldn’t talk to us. Questions kept entered my mind: we still had no clue why she is here or what her motives are. We’d not found anything that appeared to be a weapon but we also missed the vocal player in her pack. There was no telling what else was in that pack.
I would need to go on duty in an hour so I concentrated on her again. I could hear the beat of the music (Can I call it that?) that she was moving to now. It varied from a fast throbbing beat to slow instrumentals that moved my blood like nothing else ever had and her dancing held my soul captive. Stunned for a moment by her, I lost all track of time. Breaking the spell, I checked the time, looked back, and caught a quick glance of her watching me. I had never caught her doing that before. No doubt, I would be back in twelve hours, no doubt about that what so ever.
I walked to the security door and took a quick glance back to see if she noticed me leaving but either she was too fast or she didn’t notice. Saddened for no good reason I opened the door as the buzzer sounded and left for my duty station.
“Hey Lover-boy,” Brian the jerk at the controls yelled at me as I slid into my seat at the atmosphere controls.
“Shut-up Brian, you’re a jerk.” I yelled back at him.
I heard the giggles from around the control room but no one else actually said anything. I knew it was not a secret that I watched the alien. I had been catching them whispering ever since my first day watching her. This day is no different, and I had notice the stir as I walk into the cafeteria and later onto the bridge. They all thought it was funny that I was under the spell of an alien. Only I knew that there is more to it than just an attraction.
As I methodically tended my controls, which was something I could’ve done in my sleep. I thought over all that bothered me about her. Like how we still didn’t know how she’d gotten on the station. We still didn’t know what she was or where she came from. Alternatively, we didn’t know that there wasn’t hundreds or millions of aliens just like her headed here. We simply didn’t know. True I was fascinated by her but I did realize the danger that her existence meant.
We were in deep shit. Earth had moved increasingly ever further out into space as the human population had grown. Until now, we were in the Andromeda galaxy. The station was in stable orbit around a small moon and we were a sitting target for anything that knew our location. We are out here all alone with no supply ships due for at least a year. It was not as if we could call for help and get an answer in under six months. What good was that for emergencies? We all needed to wake up to the fact that we were on our own out here. We did have some advanced weapons development that could protect us from dangers like asteroids, black holes, and warn us away from star novas but nothing defensive enough for an alien species. Especially ones like her that could kill us so easily and board our station with no alarms or weapons to stop her.