Imagine my surprise when I discovered Dark Matter actually has an archive on here already. I thought it would take weeks more, but hey, don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Also a question, I see five referred to on several places as Das. Anyone know why?

Enjoy.

"You can't seriously think I'll agree to this?" Two narrowed her eyes at the people assembled before her. The look was directed more at Five, although One and Six stood beside her. The young girl was wringing her hands nervously but held her ground against the older woman.

One and Six looked like they would like to get the hell away but were stuck waiting for Two and Five to finish their argument.

"Come on! I literally can't remember the last time I was off this ship!" Five did make a valid point as far as One was concerned. Whereas all of them at one point in the months following their awakening had been on and off the Raza, Five and the android were the only ones who weren't. The latter because she didn't have no need to leave the ship.

It was no secret how protective Two was of the youngest member of their crew. One was honestly surprised Two hadn't considered tying Five up just to keep her out potential harm's way. Then again, if the look Two was giving her was any hint, she may be moments from just that.

"I still don't think it's such a great idea." Two all but threw her hands up in exasperation. The women had been going at it for the last half hour. Two was adamant about keeping Five safe but the teal haired girl was too stubborn to back down even against one of Two's infamous death glares.

"It's just dropping off some crates! And besides..." At this Five looped her arms with those of the two men at her side."I'll have these two to look out for me."

It took less than a nanosecond before the glare was transferred to One and Six.

One pondered if he could run fast enough to reach the airlock. Death by space would be a hell of a lot nicer than death by a pissed off Two. One beating by the woman was bad enough thank you very much.

"For the love of god just bring the brat!" Of all people to speak up in that moment, Three had been the last person One thought would have any input. The trigger-happy shooter stepped into the Marauder before anyone could say more.

At the feel of the smaller arm tightening around his own, One looked down. Five was swapping glances between him and Six.

"Right guys? It'll be fine." One was no expert in reading people but he could tell when a person was desperately looking for support.

"Sure, she'll be safe with us." Six piped up from the opposite side of Five. His usual cheery smile seemed a little more forced than usual. He was definitely just as terrified of Two's wrath as One was.

One groaned inwardly. These two were going to owe him big time when this was all over! "Yeah sure, she can come. She needs to get off the Raza eventually. What could be better than a completely harmless supply drop?"

Five didn't respond with words. One could feel her grip suddenly tighten much more as she shot him a bright smile. The one arm hug spoke plainly enough.

Two sighed as she rubbed her temples. It almost looked like she was attempting a mental count to five.

"Not one scratch you hear me? If she has so much as a bruise when she gets back I swear I will..." Two was interrupted when Five suddenly launched herself forward to give the older woman a hug. Two awkwardly patted Five's back, obviously at a loss for how to respond.

One might have laughed at her face expression if he wasn't so scared of her reaction.

One was probably the only one not that surprised by the gesture. None of the crew of the Raza could be called 'affectionate' in any sense of the word, but Five tended to be the exception in a lot of things. She was usually a bit more expressive than the rest.

No one got a chance to say anything before Five disappeared into the Marauder in a flash of teal.

The three remaining crewmembers of the Raza were left speechless for a moment.

"She comes back unharmed or one of you goes out the airlock." It was Two that recovered first. Along with her vicious leer.

One was shocked they didn't waste another hour convincing her that Five was going to be fine. The fact that she was alone with three might have contributed to that.

Before long the four were loaded with their cargo and were leaving the Raza. Six was in the pilot's seat as always while Three sat beside him. Five looked like she would have loved to have the seat closest to the front but Three no doubt had claimed it before she had to chance to do the same. Instead she sat directly behind Six while One was across from her.

Five was beaming and practically bouncing up and down in her seat. The entire ride down to the planet she repeatedly attempted to look out of the front window.

To One and the others, this was nothing special. They rode in the Marauder all the time, sometimes with a lot more turbulence up to and including getting shot at.

To someone who had been cooped up on a ship for months, then add zero memory of being anywhere else, One could understand the look of amazement in Five's eyes.

One had been telling the truth earlier to Two. Five needed time off the ship eventually. At the same time a lot of their jobs tended to be on the dangerous side. If this mission had any real danger in it, One himself would have stopped Five from coming along. However, they were just dropping off some crates of seeds to a small colony. A textbook example of a safe and easy mission.

Perfect for Five to have her first time off the ship.

One really shouldn't have been surprised. The track record of the Raza's crew when it came to luck was pretty shoddy at best. Such as the time a part broke down on the Raza causing them to drop out of FTL close enough to the radiation exposure of a supernova.

"Five down!" One grabbed the girl by her shoulder to pull her behind him seconds before multiple bullets impacted where she had been standing.

The mission had initially gone off without a hitch. Three may have grumbled about not getting to shoot anything, but all in all it had been so simple and quick as to be laughable.

Until a group of raiders showed up to ruin everyone's day.

Now the four of them were in a mad scramble to get back to the Marauder in one piece. To make matters worse, none of them were carrying many weapons. Since they were not expecting any trouble on some backwater planet all they had were their sidearms.

Three was at least a little better off than the rest. He carried two pistols plus One had his suspicions the man was ambidextrous. He, repeatedly, made sure to let everyone else know he should have been allowed to bring his rifle.

Hell, if they got out of this alive One was going to demand he do so from now on.

With his two weapons, Three led their way from the market. Behind him was One and Five moving together with Six bringing up the rear to cover their backs. Three was the groups best shot, with Six being a close second.

Most of the market was tight quarters. This created an advantage for the crew of the Raza. The raiders large numbers were of almost no help to them here. One did wish Four could have come along but Two preferred to keep at least two crew members aboard the Raza during away missions. Four would have come along but Five was the one who took his spot instead.

One made it his personal objective to make sure Five got out of this unharmed. Not just because Two would kill him if something happened to her, but because she didn't deserve it. Her first time off the ship in recent memory and she gets stuck in a firefight. Of all the crew of the Raza, she was the one who least belonged here.

He was pretty impressed with the girls fortitude thus far. Bullets were flying everywhere but Five never once panicked or lost her cool. She was obviously scared but One told her when it started to stay close to him and do exactly as he said. Five, no doubt understanding how far out of her element this situation was, obeyed without complaint.

Arriving back at the Marauder at record time, Six immediately went for the controls to get them in the air.

"Whew, that was a lot more fun than I thought, still should have brought Bubba." Three plopped down in the seat beside him.

After making sure Five was on before he was, One was watching their back waiting for the door to close. They had made it back to the Marauder without a single injury. One was too relieved to care about how lucky they were.

He chose the wrong moment to turn his gaze away from the door.

Out of nowhere one of the raiders came through the door and tackled One to the floor. His gun was knocked from his hand to clatter off to the side.

One managed to knock him off and roll onto his back before he saw the huge knife in the raider's hand coming right at him.

In the split second One saw it, his mind comprehended the blade's location. It was aimed right at his chest, more than likely it would hit his heart or a lung. Either would likely be a death sentence.

The blade never touched him.

Someone from out of One's vision fired a shot that struck the raider in the throat. The bullet must have hit the carotid artery or something like it because One was instantly covered in a spray of the raider's blood.

Without hesitation One kicked the fatally wounded raider in the stomach the moment he was shot to knock him out of the Marauder. The doors sealed shut the second he was out.

One blew out a soft breath and tilted his head back to congratulate Three on such a great shot. The man might be abrasive but no one was better with a firearm.

At first One was confused when he looked up. The first thing he saw was someone directly over his head holding the gun he dropped, also covered in fresh blood. As he leaned his head further back he saw the pair of dainty female hands, further up was two sleeves both multicolored.

Never in recent memory had One hoped more what he was seeing was not real.

Five sat directly behind him, the gun still clutched in her shaking hands. The same shower of blood that covered One did the same to Five. The girl fired the shot almost point blank. The red fluid was all over her sleeves, shirt, and running in rivulets down her face. Even her teal hair was partially stained crimson with the stuff.

To say the sight of the young Five covered in blood was unnerving was a massive understatement.

"Guys what's going on back there?" Six spoke up from the pilot's chair. Thank god he had to focus on flying, One was not sure how he would react.

Three was watching the whole spectacle, he seemed at a complete loss for what to say or do. It was probably for the best. He was the last person that should be taking to Five right now.

"Five?" One slowly moved back to a sitting position beside the young girl. She was still holding the gun out at a phantom target, her eyes glassed over and unfocused. If she was able to hear him speaking to her she didn't show it.

With all the caution he could muster, One reached out and put a hand on the top of the gun and pushed it down slowly. Five didn't resist but at the same time never took her eyes off where the raider had been moments before. Neither did she stop him when One took the gun from her badly shaking fingers. It was a miracle she didn't accidentally pull the trigger.

They needed to get Five back to the Raza immediately. Maybe there they could figure out what to do with her.

If Two didn't kill them all.

Originally was going to be a single chapter but it took on a life of its own. So instead will be a two shot.