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It’s been two months since your shuttle left Earth, and it’s going well; I mean you can’t complain, being the Head engineer and having a heavy responsibility over your head while floating thru the endless void of space to a planet for research is quite nice, accomplishing your biggest dream is great, running on three hours of sleep because your body can’t tell what time it is and have to run entirely on coffee isn't that fun or helping you in any way, thanks body.
The fact that you wake up way earlier than your crewmates means you have many hours of alone time, that's great when your on a cramped spaceship with four other people floating about but that also means you get a lot of alone time with your mind and your mind likes to imagine everything that could possibly go wrong; which doesn't help your insomnia at all.
This morning your coffee went cold much quicker than it normally does; hopefully that's not a bad sign for your day, sighing you reluctantly drank your “bad sign coffee” contemplating if you should just go back to bed which consisted of just closing your eyes and floating next to something praying you didn’t run into something or someone in your sleep, so not really a bed. Staring out into space as your ship slowly drifted by, your destination was still about 8 more months away and you were already getting bored of the food here. The planet you were heading towards apparently had good signs of life from what your friend who works as a researcher had told you back home.
You didn’t really like the whole “Finding life on other planets” thing, I mean, yes this was a great step for humanity but isn't this the exact thing that kills everyone in movies? You tried not to think about that too much, finishing your coffee and maneuvering over to the trash bin, coffee was strange in space; you may never get used to bags of hot coffee, but it worked and that's what mattered.
You were caught off guard by the red blinking lights that were now going off; shaking it off as something needed fixing and that's what you were for so it should be fine, your assumptions are quickly dismissed as a siren begins going off. Sarah, your colleague, and friend rushes into the room as quickly as she can while floating “Y/N, somethings wrong! Come on, we have to find the captain!” okay, maybe the coffee was right.
Following Sarah out into the main hub, you notice a shadow slowly making its way over the room, you’re nowhere near any planets or debris big enough to block out the light from stars outside. The room goes silent as everyone looks out the window “I-is that a ship?” a barely audible voice brakes the silence, what shakes you the most is that it came from your captain and if that woman was scared somethings definitely wrong.
The ship is huge; easily five times the size of the one your on and you thought this one was big. Everyone starts scrambling behind you, some trying to quickly put their suits on and some trying desperetly to contact mission control; you just kept staring at the ship outside, you should be feeling panic or at least fear but you didnt you were too mesmerized to feel such things, you are the Head engineer after all; the design mesmerizied you, intricate panels and its almost simple triangular design truly amazed you; Earth barely understood how to keep coffee hot and yet the ship in front of you, threatening your very livelyhood; probably had really nice coffee.
Sarah finally rips you from your trance and forces you over to your suit “What’s gotten into you? Come on Y/N!” as you pull your suit on, looking around you realize; we’re not prepared, we’re definitely not prepared for contact if they weren’t going to zap us out of space and existence itself we weren’t at all ready for this.
The ship started shaking violently as your captain tried her hardest to get everyone out of here, she didn’t know what to do, everyone could tell, we have no contact, no guidance from Earth. You turn, hearing air escaping from the docking station; nothing was supposed to be able to hook up to that once you get off Earth, but as the shuttle shook violently again, your captain came to stand beside you; she wasn’t piloting anymore that only leaves one reason why the ship is shaking like this. “they’ve hooked up with us, haven’t they?” you look to your captain for answers and she just nods her head slowly, fear in her eyes.
As everyone stops what they’re doing to silently watch the door to the docking station click and rattle. Everyone just waits, on what? no one knows. Watching as the airlock kicks on, signaling your unwelcome guests are mere feet from you.
The door slowly open and you finally see what you hoped wasn’t your doom; they’re not what you expected at all. Who you assumed to be the leader was in all black with a black and chrome mask to match, tall and intimidating, he didn’t even seem to want to step into your shuttle, the ones behind him in all white holding what you assumed were rifles, you could almost feel the thick tension in the room. “What kinda ship is this? It has no gravity control” the leader said in a truly disturbing voice that sent a shiver down your spine. But, you could understand them, you weren’t expecting that.
"Capture the important ones, leave the rest" he said before turning around and going back into the ship, you were quickly grabbed by one of the bucket heads in white and put in restraints. Trying to fight in zero gravity doesn’t work very well, you were all sinking ducks against them. Your captain tried to fight she really did, but they cuffed her and pulled her into their ship; one after another your friends were taken into custody. A few were left behind in the shuttle, the “unimportant” ones you assumed, hoping they survived and made it back to Earth okay as you were dragged out of your shuttle and into their ship.
Noticing immediately that they had gravity, as your space legs gave out the moment you stepped in there. The bucket heads had to pull you along; at least you weren’t making it easy on them.
They brought you all into different rooms and strapped you into a strange chair “Commander Ren will be in shortly, try not to upset him.” the straps were tight around your small space sick form, you didn’t say anything to bucket heads 1 and 2 before they left you in this cold dark room. You could only assume this “Commander Ren” was the tall scary bucket leader you encountered.
You should really be freaking out around this time, but your not, maybe the adrenaline will subside or maybe your mind hasn’t caught up yet on the situation. Being strapped into a cold chair only leaves you the ability to look around, dark walls, dim red lighting, not your first choice of decor but its definitely fascinating; especially the doors, strange blinking panels, ones you can only assume would cost a lot of money back home, to even attempt anything like this.
You were jerked out of your thoughts on how the hell your ever going to get back home, if they even let you go that is when the doors you’d just been admiring open to a wall of black clothing, flowing behind them as they enter. “Your colleagues were useless, I hope you are not as pathetic as the rest of them” you flinched at that, what had he done with them if they were so useless.
“Relax, they’re fine, restrained and very angry, but fine” wait, how had he heard that? could he read your thoughts? you hoped not, that’s creepy, you better not call him bucket leader again- shit. You could see him visible shift on his feet, a sign that he probably heard you, your dead meat, definitely.
“Quiet, your mind is too loud. If you wish to speak without my helmet, just say so” he almost sounded hurt by your thoughts, but you shut up at that, as you silently watch him walk over to a ledge near you; he grips his helmet, you hear a couple clicks and a hissing sound as he removes it, long soft black hair falls from it as he sets his helmet on his knee and looks to you with dark chocolate eyes.
Shit, he’s hot, why does he have to be so hot? He smirks at that, welp your definitely screwed now if you weren’t before.