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When Scott boarded the Origins with his mission partner, he thought it was going to be easy. The report had stated there were eight humans on board, easy enough to kill with two imposters. He and Owen were practically experts on effectively eradicating entire ships. The crew in question needed two more crew members so Scott and Owen jumped at the chance to infiltrate the ship.
His theory was quickly proven wrong as he realized that there were human children on this ship. Scott didn’t mind killing adult humans, but kids, of any species, didn’t deserve to be snuffed out. Three of the crew were only fourteen, Red, Lime, and Black. The older ones were not that old either. Yellow, Pink, Light Blue, and Blue were all around Owen and Scott’s age in human years, barely adults themselves. The only one that was even remotely old was Green, the captain of the ship.
Scott voiced his reservations to Owen, but Owen convinced him to continue with the mission.
After scouting and planning for weeks, Owen and Scott had finally figured out all their schedules and the perfect times to murder them. There was one slight issue though. Scott had started to grow attached.
It had started small. A pleasant hello or a pat on the shoulder once he finished a task. Then invited to eat meals together in the cafeteria. Odd feelings began to develop.
Scott had never had this sort of feeling towards humans. Sure, Owen is one of the only ones of his kind he ever showed this feeling towards. Imposters tend to conceal their emotions around one another and be calculated and focused on their missions. Owen and Scott have been friends ever since they were assigned as partners.
Many imposters who do complete their missions usually come back without a partner due to being caught. Owen and Scott were extremely fortunate to keep each other alive throughout their missions.
Scott soon realized he had started caring about these humans.
“Oh fuck.” Scott said as he lay in his bunk once the realization hit him, Owen sleeping above him.
Scott shook his head. He couldn’t care about these humans. He needed to kill them for the good of his species. He nodded to himself as he closed his eyes determined he drift off.