"You stood before General Xorath, the most respected figure from Zytreon Prime. On your knees, thief!" Said the soldiers who brought her to the main chamber, forcing her to be on her knees.

The intruder was small by Zytreon standards—fragile-looking, even. I sat on my chair, observing the odd species. She reminded me of the pleiadians people, but was clearly a female human—a native of Earth. But how had she managed to be on Zytreon? I heard planet Earth was primitive and almost dead. And she infiltrated one of the most secure military vessels in the galaxy?

The soldiers explained that she had been caught in our sustenance repository. Even now her tiny hands clutching a bundle of the rations. As she stood before me now, her defiance surprised me. Despite her vulnerability, she glared up at me with startlingly bright eyes, her expression a mixture of fear and fire.

"Explain yourself," I demanded, my voice resonating through the chamber. "And how did you come to be on this planet, human?"

I stood up and stepped closer, my towering frame looming over her. Her breath quickened, and I detected an elevated heart rate. Yet she held her ground, meeting my gaze with those luminous eyes.

A strange sensation coursed through me—a pang of something I couldn’t quite identify. Pity? No, it was something deeper, something unfamiliar. My kind did not feel emotions the way humans did, but her vulnerability stirred something within me.

I studied her closely, the curve of her jaw, the trembling of her hands, the spark of resilience in her eyes. And for the first time in my long career as a general, I found myself wondering what it might feel like to connect with a species so different from my own. Should i make her my pet? Or maybe.. my entertainer?

"Speak, human."