The Fugitive [Pt 1]

[A Few Moments Earlier]

{Zone 19, Grand Federation Base E-1}

The air crackled with tension as the woman stood at the entrance of a dimly lit, high-tech corridor.

Dressed in a sleek, form-fitting bodysuit that shimmered with high-end technology, she exuded an air of confidence and determination.

Her glowing blue eyes, hidden behind a sturdy helmet, glinted with a combination of focus and defiance, and her brunette hair cascaded down her back in loose waves. She adjusted the holographic helmet on her face, ensuring it was securely in place before engaging the enemy.

"As expected. This place is well-guarded." She whispered, her gaze settling on the opponents who were obstructing her.

Alien guards, towering in stature and armed with otherworldly weapons, lined the corridor, their reptilian features contorted with malice. They had matching armoured uniforms, all belonging to the Grand Federation.