[center][h2]Anastasia[/h2][/center]
 The hand raised her upwards. It closed in around her throat. Anastasia gave out a choked laugh. The whir in her arms and legs started. Then an idea popped in her head. She started the self destruct within her arms. She then spoke to the being.

"You hear that? You hear that machinery whirring? Good. It'll be the last thing you hear unless you release me. I've already had my love explode into a fine red mist and his innards splattered onto my face. I am in no mood to be messed with. And guess what. Me? I won't feel any pain. The blast will be too quick. You however, you, you're gonna feel a lot of pain. You'll feel every single particle of your being get ripped apart like paper. Your pain will last an eternity. I'll blow us both so far you're gonna have to search for your body in the next life. And I swear to every god and deified entity in this known universe, you'll feel the pain. You might be the last of your race, and i'm part of a dying race. But you wanna know what? My race will go on. If you're the last of your race, you'll go extinct, you hunk of fucking shit. Me? I'm ready to die. I have nothing left. So go ahead. Make your decision. Do you want your race to go extinct? Or do you want to live and live on? Better make your decision within the next minute, or it's lights out you worthless shit. And don't even think of killing me, because then you'll have no way to deactivate this bomb. Tick Tock Motherfucker."

[center][h1]Automated Ship Computer[/h1][/center]

The light blinked on. The voice spoke.

"All personnel. Attention. All personnel. Three new coordinates have been given to you. A distress call has been heard in Russia. That is all."