"How long have you been slaves?" The ensign replied, "For seven centuries we have done their bidding. I am a fifteenth-generation first officer. I suppose I am now the first to break the tradition." I tilted my head slightly as I replied to the ensign, "Maybe I can offer you a continuance of employment. Would you be interested in piloting this transport for the Human race? Cooperation could go a long way in determining your fate, and the fate of this crew." The ensign looked at the captain before answering. "Captain, I feel we should accept this offer. We are at the mercy of this species. If the Colossuns recover this ship, we are likely to be executed. Perhaps this is a solution that will allow us to live." I spoke. "If you join with us now, I will personally guarantee your freedom when we have achieved what we need to achieve. Name a planet you would like to be released on, and I will make that happen. Or, if you wish to work in our employ as free men, we can make that happen too." The captain looked down at his damaged hand and then back at me with a scowl.
