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​​​​Three

"Do I look like one of those freaks? I'm Human," you say, before realising that whoever's on the other end of the comm can't see you. Two days without sleep seem to hit you all at once, as you sag in your seat. "Look, thanks for getting that fighter off my tail, but have you got somewhere we can talk in person? I haven't slept or eaten in days, and I'd hand over my firstborn if it meant a solid six hours in my bunk or, better yet, a decent steak."

"Do you have kids?"

"Not yet, but I'd like to live long enough to have some. That, and a whole lot more practice making 'em," you say.

Probably not something you should say over an open comm channel to a stranger, but it's the truth.

You're answered by laughter, followed by, "Yeah, don't we all. Steak and sex and sleep, in that order. Maybe when the war's over, and we can get back to terraforming again."

The shuttle jolts, then starts moving sideways.

"Might want to switch your engines off to save fuel. The tractor beam will pull you into our flight deck."

You should have thought of that, you fume as you power down the engines. All the more reason to get some sleep so you can think straight again.

Seeing as you're not going to be driving the shuttle for a bit, maybe you should get a head start on that now.

What do you decide to do?

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