A dream that I had yesterday that I had to put down in words. It's a story of a solider and an alien who fall in love and try to end the war. Still a rough draft. I don't know if I want the solider to be male or female or his love interest to be male of female. Or his/her name. Or a lot of things. The aliens are definitely going to look similar to anthro alligators.
Let me know what you think so far!
*The "....."s and parentheses are parts where I'm still writing or coming up with ideas.*

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  In the 24th century, humanity perfected faster than light travel, creating a new era of colonialism. Dozens of planets are colonized. Entire galaxies are mapped. Economies boom on Earth. A unified earth government is created to watch over human controlled space. All is well until contact with the colony on Arctaius is lost...

As invading ships pummeled the city , I run for cover in a two story building. The building is old, dilapidated, but as energy balls and plasma screamed past I was long past caring. When I crossed the threshold I could hear a dropship land in the empty lot nearby. I run for cover, hiding in private bathroom on the first floor with another citizen. I do a quick check of my gear: one  assault rifle, 2.5mm. The rifle's shape is smooth, shaped like a slightly deformed egg. Two oblong holes act as grips. This rifle has no iron sights, instead it uses computer-aided targeting to display a reticule in your vision. Digital zoom is also available. A HUD displaying the number of rounds left in the clip is displayed, the counter reads zero. I check my suit for clips. It's carbon and kevlar nanotube weave suit with a built in combat computer is standard issue for all soliders. It monitors vital signs and sends a first person view of battle to HQ. The camera hasn't worked, since the ambush that killed my squad, that was days ago. I take a clip and pull it from the holder on my suit. Ejecting the clip from the rifle is easy, simply press a button and a waterproofed hatch under the stock opens and an electromagnet pushes the clip out of the rifle. Then you just slam a fresh clip in the gun and you're ready. I check my sidearm, a Colt .45 handgun from the 21st century, modernized with a combat computer in the grip and custom machined internals. An ancient gun passed down in my family over the years. I check the gun for ammo: seven in the clip, one in the breech. Just enough to kill one of the invaders. All in all, my situation could be far worse. The citizen is cowering in the corner. 
"What's your name, citizen?"
"M-my names J-Jake" Tears were running down his face, leaving trails in the grime on his smooth face. He has brown hair and has the remnants of a dress shirt and pants on.....
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He seemed nervous, jittery, and unsure, much like I was when I first encountered these invaders. As he quietly babbled I could hear them talking in their strange language which is accented by hisses.
"Be quiet", I told the citizen "or else we will both be enslaved!"
The translator in my suit's computer allows me to understand what they are saying.
"I sssssswear commander I sssaw humanssss take cover here!" said one invader.
"Then ssssssearch thisssss building, dessssstroy it if you find the humansss or not" said his commanding officer.
Just then, the nervous citizen started yelling "Oh god no" at the top of his lungs.
I heard the large lizard - like invaders turn as they heard the noise.
"They're in here! Break down the door!"
I readied my rifle as the door started to buckle and the massive lizards broke in.... (capture scene....)

  I was taken to their flagship, the (name?). The ship bristles with defensive lasers and ship-to-ship cannons. This must be one of their dreadnoughts, some of the largest spacegoing vessels in the galaxy. The hull is made from an unknown alloy. The metal hull gleams with a dark cobalt hue. There, deep inside the ship they kept valuable slaves: soliders, commanders, and highy influential humans. I was told what would happen by a solider. What seemed to be the captian's second in command was standing over him.
"You willed be tagged and a tracker will be implanted in you. You location will be tracked for every second of you pathetic lives. Runaways will be killed on sight.
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  I knew this officer, not personally but from earth gov intelligence. He is Ri'kal, the second in command of this ship. He used to command the entire fleet, until an encounter with a human caused him to change his ways about the war. He fell in love with a human, and when the admiralty found out they executed his lover and took away his command of the fleet. In respect to his former rank, and all the campaigns he fought in, they put him as this ships second in command. (He took the position, unwillingly. He knows what happens to people who think like him.) That was nearly a decade ago. (human colonies taken, earth, mars, artificial moon around Jupiter only left, others?) I saw the way his body moves, so fluid and natural. I saw the rough scales of his skin, dully reflecting the lights overhead. The confidence in his step and the authority in his voice sent goosebumps all over my body. I must find a way to be with him......