Wardroids

Another day, another pile of junk littering the workshop; that's my life aboard the Destiny. I'm Emily, the designated fix-it chick. Wouldn't be such a bad job if the crew would stop ogling me. Especially Commander Black, who just can't get it through his head that we're no longer together. That's what I get being the only woman on this third-class space barge. Unless of course you count the wardroid, Thirty-two Eighty. Though a soldier drone refitted to be a sex slave isn't exactly good company. The worst part is that I can't remember my past, though the thought of it fills me with fear. Then, in the middle of the night, the wardroid grabs me and takes me to a dangerous planet, a war-torn world where no human in her right mind would ever go: Earth.