Somewhere in the cold confounds of the universe was a shielded world, no one had attempted to, successfully, turn those shields off. Until now.
‘Come on Yish, you’re wasting company time’
Her fingers froze over the keyboard, mid-way in entering some form of sequence, and struck dagger-like eyes at her boss. He stood in a staunch manner behind Yish, unfazed by her stare.
‘This line of work ain’t easy you know, unless you want to compile and reform ancient data?’ she retorted.
Those slim fingers resumed the dance of keyboard mashing. Her eyes were shaped of an opal, their colour- a powerful green. The woman’s skin was blue and dotted. For hair, were needles like that of a hedgehog, and some were on her forearms, yet they’d been trimmed.
This was what her people looked like.