She was exhausted. It had been a long week of flying in-between stars. But finally, she knew she was safe. It was a dangerous world, with what was going on at the time. After she had set up camp, she sat on the ground near the fire, leaning on the wall of her ship. It wasn't a big ship, only large enough for two people. But that's okay. It was big enough for her. She had no one. As she sat there, relaxing after a week of restless travel, she saw a shadow move in the corner of her eye, and prepared herself for confrontation. "Who's there?" She shouted as she got up, drawing her gun.