"She should be awake by now."
The cold, mechanical voice pierced through Lu Jia's muddled consciousness. Her eyes snapped open, and as she sucked in a sharp breath, her hand shot to the dagger strapped to her thigh.
With a furious cry, she sprang to her feet and lunged at the tall figure standing before her.
"You damn traitors—! Die!"
THUD—!
A pair of powerful hands caught her upraised wrist, but her combat instincts, etched into her very muscles, took over. Lu Jia immediately swung with her other fist.
But the rebound from striking an Energy Shield threw her off balance. She was flung back against a metal bulkhead, collapsing heavily to her knees.
Just then, a right hand encased in Power Armor extended toward her.
"Sister, we are not your enemy."
Lu Jia warily slapped the offered hand away and raised her head, cautiously scanning her surroundings.
