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LEV & ANA: II

ANA:

There is a bright light, and although her eyes are closed, she knows the light is very close to her face. The light pulls her consciousness in such a force her head is spinning. Inside, Ana groans from the uneasiness, and stiffness from her body, she can hardly move.

"It's moving," she faintly hears.

She knows that language, she recognizes it. Although as a Tar-Zenirian means she understands most of the languages without any translator, she recognizes that language because she feels familiar with it.

"Wake up bitch." She hears a gruff voice and feels a sudden stinging pain on her cheek.

"What the hell is this alien?" She hears another voice.

"This thing will bring us a fortune in the black market," another voice says in a more excited tone.

"There she is!" One of them says as she slowly opens her eyes. Her eyelids are so heavy she doesn't understand why. At first, all she could see was the blinding light. Ana moves her face to the side to ease the uncomfortable brightness right in front of her face, and slowly, she could see figures.

Oh no! She thought to herself.

Her body is taut as soon as the reality is registered in her head. She can hear faint chuckles and snickers from the figures around her, there are four of them.

"Get the Captain, he will be happy we caught this thing." Says one of them. They all are wearing bodysuits with dark, big goggles. The one on her right has dark curly hair. He is crouching down to her. Behind him, standing tall with arms folded in front of his chest is a man with a small, blond bun. Next to him, with his hands on his hips is a man with a very short bright redhead. And the last one is out of the room before she could pay attention to him.

That's when she is realized, that she is bounded to a chair. Ana jerks her body up, trying to break free.

"Ain't gonna happen, freak. Where the fuck did you come from?" The dark curly man asks her.

"Does she even understand us?" The blond man asks behind him.

"That pod is highly sophisticated, dumbass, of course, she understands us." The curly hair man answers.

"Don't touch her before the Captain is here." The red hair man says to the rest of us.

"Yeah, I won't touch the freak even if you pay me, she looks nasty." The curly hair man says again, standing up straight.

Ana looks at herself, she is nasty? She thinks herself. Her body plate is still intact, her hair is still in place, she isn't nasty.

Soon the door is opened and comes in a short man, with dark hair only at the top of his head, the sides of it are cleanly shaved.

The men in the room stand up straighter with their arms pressed on their sides. Then she hears it, a thumping sound of heavy boots. Her breath is heavier the closer the sounds come.

Then, the door is pushed open wider and in comes a ... a man?

Or not?

He is tall. Like... tall tall. His leather boots are dark, tightly tied to a few centimeters above his ankles. He is wearing dark color pants, Ana could see that the material is thick, but his legs are thicker, the pants cover his muscular legs in the most intriguing way. He is wearing a dark green shirt, which should be illegal from the way it molds his muscular chest. And his face...

Ana takes a sharp deep breath looking at his face. His jaw is square, with a dark shadow over it, she never seen any male with facial hair, she found it very... interesting. His lips are luscious with the absence of any humor on them. His nose is tall and had seen better days in the past. high and prominent cheekbone, supporting his... eyes? His left eye is his natural eye. The iris is the color blue or green? Maybe a bit of both. And his left... eye, well, they are artificial eye, more of... a camera. His left cheek bone is made from metal. Ana noticed that his right arm is also... made from some kind of metal. Is he half human half robot?