[b]The Shipyard[/b]

 "Report, M-56: You're the farthest one out there, I wanna know what you see" said the Captain.

 "Acknowledged, nothing, Cap'n. Bunch of old ships and debris. Pirates are no where" said the ship master.

 "Report back when you find something, then." simply stated the Captain. Sometime later reports began flowing in from other search parties. Reyes opened a channel and spoke "Whad'ya got?".
 
 "Captain, we've been searching through a good handful of Draconian ships and others alike, we've found a shitload of plasma damage and other sorts, nothing interesting so far. We've however found some interesting weapons, acknowledge."
 
 "Acknowledge, load 'em onto the gunthers, continue your search, men." More time passed, it's almost been a day when he finally found what he was looking for. What turned into just a fuz on his channel turned into a spark, then into a voice.

 "Sir! Search parties are coming back with something!"

 "Acknowledged, I want details, ship master"

 "Though not all in one piece, it's the drive! We got it!" A promotion for the Captain, amazing. Now he just had to get the fleets back in one piece.

 "Continue with protocol until this place is sucked dry of info, acknowledge"
 
 "Acknowledged".

[b]Unknown Location[/b]

 "The Human's have always interested me, wouldn't you say?"

 "They're surely kind, but they show a passion for such awful things"

 "They've done it for other things as well, remember when the Sazkarjhit attacked? The humans were passionate then"

 "They also interfered with war, do you think it was for personal gain?"

 "For redemption? I don't believe that. They have a better side than that, they must"

 "And if they don't?"

 "Then may their god/s help them"

[b]Colony 257[/b]

 Shortly after noticing the ammunition stocked into food crates, the father was fired from working inside the military base. Nowadays, he works inside the ANM factories, pumping out lump after lump of artificial food and packaging each one selectively into a plastic food-holder. 
 
 It was a warm summer in 2248, very warm, and the boy enjoyed it. He enjoyed the fresh air, the cool breeze mixed with the warm sun. He enjoyed seeing his friends play down in the valley, games like Hach-guard, football, or even baseball. Most importantly, however, he enjoyed staying by his spot for the entire day, playing his instrument. Everything was working out it seemed, until one day. Walking home in the middle of the night, someone appeared behind the boy. He could tell from yards away that someone was following him, but he didn't bring it up until he was about a 3/4 way home.

 "Hiya, sir." he said.

 "Hi" said the man, somewhat dumbfounded that the child knew he was there. "Sup"

 "nothing much, you listening me playing?"

 "Maybe"

 "So what you want?" said the boy, now turning around and only 10 feet away from the man, facing him.

 The man just looked down and sighed, then said "You gotta pa'?"

 "Yeah? Why you caring?"

 "Need to talk to him, if that's fine" said the stranger. The boy, though reluctant, led the stranger back to his farm, and into the house. The room still smelled like fresh soup from the potato soup made earlier that night. The boy smelled in the aroma, and opened the fridge to grab out a bowl for himself. He asked the man if he wanted one, only to be turned down. That's when the dad came down from the stairs, hearing the sound of the TV turned to the baseball channel. The dad looked at the man, asking "Who are you?"

 "Let's go outside, yeah?" he said, walking on out.

 "Pa'?" asked the child. "Stay inside..." said the dad, who began walking out. However, he came back and whispered into his ear, making sure only the boy could hear it, "If anyone knocks on the door, get the gun.."