"Terran? Heh, I haven't been called a Terran in a while now.  Everyone here on base knows I'm infested, despite my looks.  Regardless, I'm not here to stop you.  If anything, I want to help you escape.  It's regretable that they did that to you, and you can bet they want to use you...."<br/>the rest of her words were cut off as a....something....crashed down on the nearby airfield.  "And that would be an uninvited guest. Listen hybrid, I may be your one chance at freedom.  You don't have much time to choose, so make your decision quickly," she the computer chimed, "<em>One friendly ship located, 20 light years from Braxis. Registered as the Churchill.  Another unidentified mass detected in space nearby.  Unknown origin and composition.  Standing by for orders.</em>"