"I have never heard of such a species," The words were flat, Ix's eyes didn't bother turning back to look at Enigma, remaining focused on the empty corridor as if expecting the strange attackers would return at any moment. The stink of death was growing ever stronger, her instincts clamored at her to flee the dying craft. "We don't really have the time to question her here, but she poses an unknown threat. Either path faces us with a great risk, human Tom."<br/><br/>Finally the alien turned, eyes finding Enigma, whatever she truly was. The threads of her simple life had suddenly become complex and unknowable, Ix did not approve of others interfering with the pattern she tried to follow.<em>Perhaps the threads had become so tangled they would never be able to form a pattern again.</em>The thought did not sit well with her, yet it was just one more thing added to a growing weight of unease that had started with the note in the cafeteria.<br/><br/><br/><br/>