[IC] (High Casual) Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment!

[YoshiSkittlez]

Black. Pitch Black. Tani tried looking around her surroundings but not even the smallest glimmer of light nor reflection could be seen. Her body was currently on the floor with her wrists tied together behind her back and her ankles bound together as well. She rolled herself off of her back and onto her stomach where she tried to inch forward, but her forehead was immediately greeted with a cold, metal wall. She stretched out her feet a bit and they too met with another wall. She was trapped, and alone. She would have tried to scream if it hadn’t been for the collar restricted around her throat, allowing just enough air to pass through her lungs without passing out, but not enough to make any sounds. She wormed her body around until she was in an awkward sitting position, her back resting against the cool metal and closed her eyes. It had all happened so fast…

There was a sound of scraping metal and suddenly a stream of light entered the confined space, blinding Tani for a good while. She shut her eyes tightly to prevent any damage to her eyes and heard a couple pairs of footsteps clanging on the metal floor. Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed at her harshly, forcing her to her feet and then pushed her out towards the light. Tripping over her own feet, as they were still bound together, Tani collapsed out of the metal barge and out onto the soft terrain of her new destination. Dark brown mud caked to her blue face the moment she hit the ground as the entire area was soaking wet from the rain. It didn’t take long at all for her to get soaked as well, as the droplets were big and coming down hard. Another guard pulled her back to her feet, holding her forcibly by the neck around the metal collar still locked tightly around her neck and his second hand grasping a rod of some sort into her back. A second guard stooped over to unlock the metal bands that held her ankles together, and with a quick push of a button from the first guard, the end of the rod pressed into her back ignited into a high-intensity array of electricity. Tani tried to cry out in pain as the electrical shock coursed through her body, rendering her numb for a few moments but the guard pushed her forward, forcing her to walk.

She could feel people staring at her, and she knew exactly why. She kept her head down though, avoiding any eye contact with anyone save she might happen upon a certain race that had a personal vendetta against hers. She had been briefed on where it was she was going right before she lost consciousness in the barge, and therefore she knew why she was there. The rain did a steady job of smearing the mud off of her face and chest, though it only made her look messier. Still though, she continued to walk where she was directed; she’d do anything just to not have the guard press that button again.

A few minutes later, the guard had stopped which in turn caused Tani to stop. At first it was because she had thought that they had arrived at wherever it is that they were going, but when Tani looked up she had spotted what looked like a small girl, no older than eight. She was cowering in front of two of the guards, who apprehended her with force and started to strike her. Tani didn’t know what the girl did to deserve such treatment, and frankly she didn’t care. The larger portion of empathy in her heart tugged at her conscious and she could no longer just stand around and watch as the other races in the immediate area did; though some didn’t even do that, walking on by as if nothing were happening.

With the sound of what sounded like a hiss coming from her throat, Tani wrenched herself free from the guard and ran towards the guards with the little girl. Upon getting closer she noticed that the girl was of the Arian race. Light green skin, thick antennae, and known throughout the universe for their exceptional farming skills, a race that her own race was friendly with before their supposed extinction. Tani didn’t stop though, as the guard rose his hand to strike the girl once again, Tani rammed herself into his side, Earth football style and the two crashed into the mud. Her own guards had quickly caught up with her and pulled her back up to her feet. The guard whom she had knocked over stood up, wiped the mud from his uniform, pulled out what looked like a gun from his holster and point-blank shot the little girl through the head. Tani tried to scream in anger, though it was rendered useless and in fact made her feel very light-headed. She was then forced to what looked like a metal pole in the middle of the area and was quickly bound to it, her chest pressing against the pole and her back exposed. The guards exchanged orders to one another until one finally stepped forward with a leather whip with electricity sparking from it. The guard pulled back his arm, and began his assailing attack on the Rhevarian; the rarest race in existence.

[Mach2]

Moon revelled in the time she was allowed into the main area. The cell where she spent most of her day was mildly claustrophobic. There was no room to explore in the confined space. It had taken her only hours to cast a sonic gaze around the space, memorizing every crack, every crevasse, in the wall. And, worst of all, the damn room echoed. When she was allowed to leave her cell, half of the time it was only to enter the arena. Given the choice, it was truly a toss-up as to which one she despised more. At least fighting was a challenge. It was stimulating, even if it was terrifying. In the cell, there was nothing to do but sweep a sonic gaze endlessly over the same surfaces.

So the few hours each day when everyone was let out, it was a treat. Moon savoured the time. She kept a low profile, moving easily through the crowds. She didn’t cause trouble, and she didn’t let people know she was there. The Dragon girl was a ghost. She could see no one, not with her vestigial eyes, and it was as though no one could see her either. Moon wandered, letting each of the life forms register in her mind. She could tell the difference instantly between a human and an Ebolorian. Between all the various forms of humanoids. She recognized a person’s life presence as easily as, perhaps even with more ease than, the sighted could recognize a face.

So when a new arrival of fighters arrived, Moon often picked them out well before any of the other fighters. Such was the gift of the Dragons. And the Rhevarian girl…she stuck out like a flame in the blackness of night.

Moon watched from a distance. Her eyes stared sightlessly off into the distance, but her mind was focused on the form of the alien girl, escorted by the Ebolorian guards. She watched from a distance as the entire events unfolded. The Rhevarian made an attempt to aid another, a young Arian who’s life Moon could feel weakening with each blow from the guards. But it came as total shock to her when the Arian girl disappeared.

She blinked in shock. To a Dragon, death registers in an entirely different manner than for other races. One instant, the girl was there. The next, the glow that was her life had vanished. Snuffed out as a gunshot blasted through the entire area. It was as though a part of Moon’s own awareness had vanished. She was there…and then she was gone. Dead. No more life force registering in Moon’s mind. It took her several moments to get over the shock of sensing a death. Other prisoners in the crowded space bumped into her. For a brief while, she was jostled in the crowd she normally would have woven her way through with ease.

Finally, Moon shook herself. Where was the Rhevarian now? That bright and distinctive life force radiated from elsewhere. By the post in the centre of the entire space. Moon took off, darting her way through the crowd. The Dragon was nimble, and once again flowed through the crowd like water over smooth stone. A low hum emitted from her throat bounced back to her, painting a sonic image in her mind. The Rhevarian was tied to the post, an Ebolorian guard poised over her with an electrified whip.

She debated intensely. Intervene, and risk her own skin…or stand by and do nothing. But that hadn’t stopped the Rhevarian from trying to help the Arian girl. The second the first crack of the whip pierced her ears, Moon’s mind was made up.

A quick sonic sweep of the ground revealed just what she wanted. A hefty chunk of stone lay near her feet. She grabbed it, scanned the ground again, and selected another. Moon grinned broadly, taking up a position as near to the post as she could without being obvious. The Dragon belted out a polyphonic note. The pitch carried for several seconds, gradually attracting more and more attention. Finally, the sound waves bouncing back to her painted the picture she wanted to see. The Ebolorian guard had turned his head to find the source of the obnoxious noise. And when he did, Moon let the first of her rocks fly. For a blind girl, her aim was exquisite. The stone chunk hit the giant guard square in the jaw, and she heard a satisfying crack. She belted a second note, this one higher, and lobbed the second rock.

She took off at a sprint without waiting to determine if it made contact or not. If the guard gave chase, she would have the upper hand. Her ability to sense everyone in the crowd, instantaneously, let her weave her way in between people without a second thought. There was no getting lost. There was no chance of running into a person. If he gave chase, Moon would double back and free the Rhevarian girl from the whipping post. She let out a few more polyphonic notes as she ran, teasing the guard, daring him to pursue.

She would handle the consequences later. For now, Moon only knew that she needed to help, in whatever small way she could. She prayed her hasty plan would work.

[Pathfinder]

To say that Arger was mad would be an understatement. It wasn't wild wrath, oh no, this was searing hate. The little girls name was A'tha, and she was his only friend on this gods forsaken rock. When Arger was first dumped here he was injured, hungry, and angry. A'tha had been the only one to help him, at least after he had saved her. Some scum thought it would be easier to prey on the young then some young B'ak who might actually pose a challenge, and so tried to defile her. Truth be told, Arger didn't even know what he was doing, at that moment all Arger cared about was food. With a single swipe of his claws Arger demolished his prey's head and began to feast upon his worthless hide. A'tha only made herself known when she tried to run away but tripped herself over her own feet and fell, giving her a nasty bruise on the noggin.

When she awoke she found herself not in the stomach of a monster, but by a slumbering Arger. The blood from the night before had either washed away or dried into the colors you normally saw around here and chocked it all up as a bad dream. Soon afterwards they got to know each other and they were friends, never seen very far apart. But now, she was gone. From that single moment, Arger kept tabs on the one who pulled the trigger and seeing as he was in fact the farthest away from the group took a piece of rubble off the ground and tested its weight. Satisfied with the twenty pound chunk of concrete, advanced towards the front of the small gathering of onlookers and hurled the chunk towards the guards face. Naturally he missed but the rock collided with his back and Arger heard the joyous sound of shattered spine and shrieks of pain, funny, you would think that they would be able to take more damage seeing as they dealt so much out. After the impromptu attack, Arger was supprised to see other rocks fly towards the guards and a being flying towards the others, most likely for the blue one. Seeing his chance Arger ran forward as well and grabbed the remaining guard by the back of his neck, jabbing his free hand into his back and having it come out the front.

With a sinister chuckle, Arger gave a strong tug and with a sickeningly sweet sound the body was ripped in half. With copious amounts viscera and blood to make it look like an average day back home. It wouldn't make up for A'tha, but it was a start.

Tossing the still living half of the guard at the other, Arger went back to the guard he had felled with his chunk and went to town. In a flash of claw and the stomp of boot and there wasn't anything left of the guard besides a smear of blood and a pile of innards and bone fragments. Afterwards Arger stomped his way towards the last guard who was still pinned by the flesh of the second. He will be my prise, Arger thought to himself. Grabbing his head in his massive hands Arger placed his boot on his chest and pulled. The man screamed even as his throat was torn to shreds, good. These B'ak Shats deserved it. It was only after his little murder spree that Argers attention was on the other being that had entered the clearing, curiouse as to what it was doing.

[RangingWolf]

Andrew sat in a small room. He was in deep thought. He was remembering what it was like being a slave to his owner. It wasn't that bad of a time. Sure he was beaten at times for disobeying orders. But there had been some good times. His owner was nice enough to teach him to play violin which he grew to enjoy. His time here had been relatively short compared to some of the others here. He had also rising in the ranks quite fast. On the days he didn't fight or wasn't in the arena. He generally reads or exercises, occasionally he goes for walks.This was one of those days. After thinking for sometime he left the place were he was living. He threw on a small cloak to conceal his face and help hide him.

As he walked he continued to think. He was thinking on how to survive this place and eventually escape and leave. He continued to wander for sometime till he came across a scene happening. He saw guards beating one of the captives. He then saw a blue alien rushing past her captors to help protect the small child. He wanted to help but didn't know how to. After the guards killed the child, they turned their attention to the woman who attempted to intervene. They had her tied to a pole with her back pointed to the crowd. In one of the Ebolorians hands was a electric whip, which was often used to control slaves. Andrew knew the what the touch of a whip felt like. By now a large crowd had gathered and was watching this event unfold. Nobody dared to do anything except for another woman who threw twostones at the Ebolorians. As she ran off one of them followed her. Andrew was surprised to see another alien threw concrete at the guards. He quickly obliterated the guards. At this point Andrew had had enough. His only thought really was 'Why not help?'. With a shrug of his shoulders he went after the guard following the woman who threw the first stone.

The woman was leading the Ebolorian somewhere and would most likely need help. From what Andrew saw she was a humanoid and most likely not that strong. Hell even he would have some difficulty killing one. He continued to follow listening for her to make a sound. When he heard one he would chase after that sound he eventually was 5 meters behind them. He continued to follow after them doing his best to not be seen. For when he took out this beast it would need to be quick. With a single thought he felt his nails grow a inch, looking down he saw the sharpness of his nails. All he would have to do would be to sneak behind the guard and stab it. Which would allow Andrew the chance to bite the beast. For now he continued to follow waiting for his chance to strike. For when it came he would have to be quick.

[YoshiSkittlez]

The surrounding guards changed their attention from the small and broken body of the girl to the crowd who challenged them. One of the Ebolorians caught sight of a female chucking rocks at the small group of prison guards and took off after her, leaving three others in the main area to work crowd control. However, things took a drastic turn for the worse for the Ebolorian's when a behemoth of a man stepped forward, chucking large amounts of cement at the guards, taking one out completely.

However, things were only beginning for the Ebolorians, as the behemoth didn't stop there and took out yet another Ebolorian, ripping him clean in two, now leaving a single Ebolorian, who had called for backup once the cement chunks started flying. Within a second, the remaining Ebolorian's arm arched back and released a sharp crack across the behemoth's face with the electrical whip held fast in his claw still.

Finally another Ebolorian guard made it to the scene, letting out an angry snarl at the crowd that had suddenly gone out of control. He pulled out a thick metal pole with a heavy square block on the end, something that could be considered a hammer but was more a weapon than the typical nail-driving tool. He began slamming this blunt instrument back and forth to keep the onlookers back, which seemed to work for the most part as another group of Ebolorian's arrived as backup.

The new guards looked at the small crowd that remained and shouted insults and threats to them, causing them to scatter like scared rats, however a handful remained lingering in hopes to see their comrade Arger come back with something but even they too began to leave once they realized that the Ebolorians would just keep coming no matter how many he tore through.

The Rhevarian didn't have much time to look at the scene that was starting to unfold around her, nor did she get much of a chance to turn her head to see who had tried to interfere for her. As she was bound to the pole tightly, she wasn't able to turn her head, not to mention that each time the whip rained down on her, her legs buckled and collapsed, however she was unable to fall to the mud due to the tight bonds. The guard with the whip had returned to Tani once the new Ebolorian guards split up the crowd and apprehended Arger, each with their own weapon to stun and bind the behemoth to take him away. The Ebolorian with the whip gave a quick order to the guards who had a hold on Arger, instructing them to strip him a couple titles, thus putting him in the housing one level below what he was used to. The lead Ebolorian then approached Tani once again and grabbed around her neck, releasing the collar that was constricting her throat. Tani gasped for breath, letting the cold air fill her lungs which at first was rather painful, like a thousand needles pricking into her lungs.

"Let them hear you scream bitch." The guard snickered and started wailing the electrical whip on her once again. Pieces of her black and white jump-suit went flying as the leather cut through both her clothes and skin. A saturated purple color started seeping from her skin, the usual color of Rhevarian blood. A high-pitched scream echoed throughout the compound, as the only other sound that could be heard was the crack of the whip and the steady rhythm of the rain. Tani was sure that this moment would never end, that she'd rather die than endure this pain and humility any longer; and then her vision began to go black.

It was only when Tani fell to the muddy ground completely without an ounce of will left to stay awake that the Ebolorian let up with a chuckle, which sounded more like a sick person trying to clear their throat, and then left the blue alien to fend for herself; same as any other alien prisoner on this rock.

[Mach2]

Moon's path lead her in a large circle around the area where all the prisoners had gathered. As she ran, fleeing from the single guard who had chosen to pursue her, she let her mind focus on the chaos that had ensued. She could pick out the life forces of everyone. Including Arger, the raging Irabelu. She watched his attack through her mind's eye, more than a safe distance away. When the first Ebolorian guard was killed, the shock of the death was enough to make Moon stumble and fall to the ground.

The light of his life, one second burning strongly in her mind, disappeared just as quickly as the young Arian girl had moments earlier. No matter her many times Moon witnessed death in the arena, the suddenness of it would never fail to stun her. For several long seconds, she didn't move from where she had fallen. Only sat there, breathing heavily, staring off into space. The second Ebolorian death hit her just as hard. She couldn't move, couldn't think...could only wait for the absence of life to become a part of her mind, just as its presence had been seconds before.

Finally, the shock dissipated. What was I doing? Moon cast a sonic gaze around herself. She was on the floor. The guard wasn't chasing anymore. She had either ditched him, or someone else had taken care of him. Either way, she needed to make it back to the Rhevarian girl. Quickly, Moon picked herself up, ignoring the scrapes on her knees, and resumed her agile running through the quickly-thinning crowd.

Before she could reach the Rhevarian, a scream of pain sounded out. Moon hummed quietly, sending an aultra-sonic gaze ahead of her, and a series of still images returned. Another of the Ebolorian guards had resumed the whipping where his partner had left off. Liquid flowed from the Rhevarian's flayed back. But for now, Moon could only watch. If she tried to intervene, it would only mean pain and punishment for both of them. With each crack of the whip, she cringed a little more for the other girl. Finally, the guard left.

Immediately, Moon rushed forwards. She knelt beside the Rhevarian girl, her eyes filled with a sympathy that mirrored Tani's own pain. Slowly, she reached out a hand and gently touched it to Tani's arm, letting her know that she was there as a friend. She hoped that this girl's grasp of the common language was adequate. Moon's own sentences were workable, but slightly choppy when it came to tenses. "I'm sorry. I try to help," Moon she apologized, her tone sincere.

Her voice was soft, barely audible. It sounded as though she was singing, even though she spoke plainly. "I sew. I sew your back if you return to my cell. The surgeons at the arena's exit..." she shook her head, cringing as her eyes wandered sightlessly around. "I do not trust them."

[Pathfinder]

Arger didn't see the guard, but he felt him. The electric whip came across his face like an burning iron, or it would have if the redundant nerve system on his skin hadn't blocked out most of the pain. With a grunt Arger looked at the ebolorian before it came down on his face again, the voltage much higher. Stumbling backwards, Arger was about to tear the guard apart before a heavy weight hit him in the back, the force by itself wasn't enough to stop him but it kept coming. This combined with more swings from the electro whip caused Arger to fall, but not before one last swipe that disemboweled hammer guy. Before succumbing to the shocks that were dancing through his body, lighting his inner nervous system on fire, Arger made one last futile act of rebellion by spitting his mixture of blood and teeth at the face of electro whip guy as he was dragged away.

They weren't going to kill him, no, Arger was a prized warrior for what it was worth. Whenever Arger was put on the stage the fights always became that much bloodier, the only reason he was down in this shit hole was because of stunts like today. Besides, those were dime a dozen guards. They would be replaced tomorrow, if not in the next several hours. After getting thrown into the a place that was even more shitty, Arger quickly put himself together and went on the prowl. Hunting was as natural as breathing for Arger, plus nobody would mind if a couple gutter rats disappeared. Stalking the darker parts Arger found his prey, a humanoid of some sort. A hulking bastard, shorter than Arger but definitely wider with obscenely out of proportion muscles. After a while Arger could tell that he held some authority here with the local gangs, somewhat of a high ranking enforcer... also an extreme braggart.

For now Arger bid his time, waiting for him to make some mistake. And a mistake was made, the dumb bastard walked down a dark alleyway, most likely so secure in his standing that he feared nothing in his little domain. Well, Arger was going to teach him a lesson in fear. Walking behind the humanoid, Arger made himself with a challenge. When the fact that someone actually disrespected him clicked in his head, the man turned red... quite literally. His skin turned a dark crimson and he bulked up quite a bit, standing just above Arger. With a roar of rage the thing charged, flinging garbage and debris away from him. Arger didn't feel like playing a game with this abomination and so ended it with a simple claw to the face that promptly took it off.

Whether the thing was dead or not was irrelevant, it wasn't moving and that was quite a bit of meat so Arger dug in. After the messy business of consumption a questionably dead creature, Arger found himself a nice dark corner to sleep in. Clutching doll A'tha made for him, Arger went to sleep... surprised to find his murder spree did not bring him the happiness he was accustomed to.

[RangingWolf]

Andrew had been getting closer and closer to the guard. The guard ran down a alleyway hoping to find the person he was chasing.Andrew crouched low and slowly crept his way to the hulking beast.When he was less then a meter away he sprinted into the beast jamming both of his hand into the beasts back. His claws dug into the alien. Its brown ichor flowed freely down the aliens back. Andrew removed one of his hands from its back. Using his strength he stabbed were the Ebolorians lungs should be. The guard was cursing in its native language. It had started to slam its back into the walls hoping to get Andrew off. Andrew extended his fangs and bit down into the creatures shoulder. He drank deeply of the aliens blood. It hadn't been the first time he had done so. The Ebolorian felt himself getting weaker and weaker, with one last slam he manged to knock Andrew of him, but not before Andrews hand tore a chunk of flesh off the aliens back.

The Ebolorian was in a lot of pain. He felt very lightheaded and weak all over. He felt his hot blood flow down his back. The guard pulled a knife from his side. His only thought was that if he was going to die so would this prisoner. As the alien was gaining speed Andrew charged as well. Right before the guard was able to attack Andrew leaped onto the wall. Andrew turned his body during the leap so that once his feet landed on the wall he could push off and stab the guard with his claws.

After a very short fight. Andrew pulled his claws out of the guards head. Using his nails and strength he cut and then pulled the aliens head off. With the thirty pound head in his hand he looked up in the sky and aimed in the general direction of where the woman was getting whipped. He then threw the head using his vampiric strength. Once it was done Andrew let nails and teeth retract once more. He wiped the blood that was on his hands onto his brown cloak that he wore. After that he walked out of the alleyway as if nothing happened. He walked back to where the alien woman was whipped. He could see the head that he threw nearby. "Ha. Didn't know I could make it this far." He said to himself. He looked and saw the woman that he had been chased by the guard he killed kneeling next to the woman who had been whipped repeatably. He decided to follow them just to make sure nothing would happen to them. He would be close enough to watch for any trouble but at the same time close enough to be seen by them if they looked back. If he kept any further he would lose them. It was a sacrifice he had to make.

[The Roman07]

"Fucking purebred trash!" The guard muttered under his breath as him and two other guards escorted the newly found human to his hole in the ground. Red was sore all over as he stumbled through the mud, feeling the cool heavy rain against his skin making him shiver slightly. Its been years since he felt rain on his skin, he couldn't help but smile. Wrong move... "The fuck you smiling about trash?" One of the guards spat followed by a backhand that took away Reds balance. Not being in his right mind he looked at the ugly alien creature and started to sing. The metal collar around his neck didn't help with vocals but he managed to get a rhaspy voice out somewhat. "Oh I see skys of blueeee, red roses too.-" the guard retaliated with a swift club to the shin which stumbled Red onto one knee. The chain attached to his collar jingled and snapped as the second guard whipped him back up onto his feet only to kick him back with a solid foot to the chest. It hurt, and knocked the wind out of him briefly. "Human trash will get what he deserves, heard he managed to hold himself up in that shithole of a ship for three weeks. Managed to kill four of us in the process using dirty tricks." One of the guards spoke in his native tongue so the human was not to hear, but Red knew what they said, or at least the gist of it. All those months completely alone with nothing but audio logs and intel, learning little tidbits of what they managed to find out about these aliens that rendered them as popular as the DO DO bird. Taking his shackled hands up to his face as if praying to the gods. "Oh Massuh! Pleeease don't let them take me massuh! I beez agood boy!" He said mockingly.... yet another wrong move. The guard was about to spin around and add another bootprint matching the other on his jacket but he stopped short when it seemed like the crowd started getting ugly. It wasn't his doing, something was stirring him up a little ways ahead. "Sit down and keep quiet human and maybe I won't piss in your rations later." The main Ebolorian guard ordered the other two to go help while he grabbed a large metal pipe and jammed it into the ground. wrapping Reds chain around it for the time being then ran off to join the others.

Red stared off into the clearing as the shreiks of screaming echoed through the air. Cracking whips and beasts roaring in pain and anger while here he sat chained to a pole like a disobediant dog. He tugged and jerked the rusted chain as he screamed at nothing in fear of what will happen next. Smashing at the chain with a nearby rock but no use. Looking at the top of the pole he imagined climbing it and slipping the loop off overhead but it seemed just out of reach and with his tired body unable to even stand, let alone climb. He was nothing more but a showpiece for the disgusting sleugh of otherworld trash that passed him by with an unwavering look, already judging him-as well as his kind as a broken and forgotten species. The anger in his eyes rivaled only by the fear in his heart. The weeks of fighting inside Kestrels ruins took its toll but the fire inside his heart still burned with embers of anger and justification. Determination forced him up and used every alien tongue he knew to coerce some stupid beast to venture near out of curiosity. "You think I'm trash? Who the one that shits on the spot because their Ebolorian master says so?!?! Your nothing better than pets! Science projects gone wrong! I've seen better looking aliens in 1970's sci fi films!!!" He spat out his words with every ounce of strength he had left.

[YoshiSkittlez]

Everything was a blur. If she had the strength to sob, she would have; but even something as simple as breathing proved to become more and more difficult with every moment that passed her by. Her vision had gone long ago, and to save her eyes from the blurry shadows that confused her mind and from the mud underneath her, she kept her eyes closed tight. She wished only to lay there and welcome her death which seemed to hover over her like a warm, black, velvet cloak, reaching out it's spidery fingertips to envelop her into it's grasp of eternal release. At first, Tani couldn't even bring herself to lift her head from the sloshing mud beneath her, determined to stay put in the 'trench' her body had created when she fell to the wet ground. She could hear a voice close to her, and though the words were nothing but blurred, irritating sounds similar to that of a swarm of bees, she could tell the voice was addressing her. Then, a hand reached out and touched her arm tentatively and gently, this time forcing Tani to turn her head to the side and open her eyes.

Streams of mud fell from the top of her head that had been trapped between the bone-like notches at the top of her skull, but she didn't even seem to notice as her big eyes were focused upon the female closest to her. The first thing Tani noticed aside from the gender differences of the angles in her human-like face were her eyes, offering a sort of condolence to her. Tani had to wonder; was she the one that had started the initial commotion when the Ebolorian's had her tied to the pole?

Unable to exercise that thought any longer, Tani allowed her question to slide away for her to notice the two large horns protruding from the female's skull. Tani didn't even have to see her light, 'feathery' ear tips to know that she was what her and many other species referred to as Dragon Born, or simply Dragon. Her own race, the Rhevarian's, had no quarrel with the Dragon's so Tani felt no amount of anxiousness or fear in her that would cause for her to return to the fight-or-flight stage she had demonstrated earlier, and let her hard blue head rest back down into the mud, feeling her eyelids threatening to flutter closed once more against her will.

"I sew. I sew your back if you return to my cell. The surgeons at the arena's exit..."

Tani's glazed over eyes filtered back to alertness, able to catch the dialect of the language the Dragon was speaking, if only bits and pieces. Whilst in the process of trying to translate the words into her own tongue, the sound of a heavy object splashing hard into the mud brought Tani to crane her neck and lift it a good six inches off the ground to spot the source of the noise and her eyes quickly found an Ebolorian head, dismembered and still twitching as the electrical current through the alien's nerve endings fought frantically for communication with the rest of it's body.

Tani would have liked to admit that the sight of the decapitation brought some sense of justice to herself, or even that vengeance had been made, however the only thing Tani felt at that moment was the saliva that began to accumulate at the corners of her blue lips, and then suddenly without warning, followed up by a river of bile she was forced to release into the mud where her head had just been.

Once she had emptied all the contents of her stomach, she closed her eyes, keeping her head lifted, and began to pray in her own native tongue, for surely Hell would have been a welcoming step up from Home Planet.

[Mach2]

Moon's sonic gaze swept over the Rhevarian girl, anxiously trying to determine if she even understood what she was saying. She didn't know if there was any recognition there. Perhaps there was. But the Rhevarian made no answer, nor gave any obvious sign of understanding. Moon sighed sadly. She knew what pain could do to a person's thought processes. Comprehending languages, translating, speaking a foreign tongue...pain narrowed the mind, making it nearly impossible to focus enough to be able to communicate. The default language was always a person's native tongue.

A dull thud sounded beside Moon, and her sensitive ears caught the sonic silhouette of the object. An Ebolorian head.

She listened to the sound of Tani vomiting, and kept her hand on the girl's shoulder. A light touch, just enough to let the girl know that Moon was there. As Tani voided the contents of her stomach, Moon gave a quiet hum. An echo bounced back to her, revealing the image of what looked to be a human standing a short distance away. He was tall and muscled, his features cold and hard. He looked human...but Moon could sense the force of his life. Each creature left a distinct imprint. The Ebolorians were distinct from the Rhevarians. Humans were distinct from Dragons. And this man was something distinct from humans.

But regardless, he was the one who had thrown the Ebolorian head down, and therefore, a likely ally. She looked up at him as Tani began to quietly pray, the tongue one that Moon had never heard before. Rhevarian, without a doubt. "You," she said to the not-human. "You help me, please. Carry her. I lead way to my cell, I fix her back. You carry her there."

Her sightless eyes stared in his direction, pleading with him to help her help the Rhevarian.

[Mach2]

Isaac had arrived on Home Planet a total of thirty-six hours ago. In that amount of time, he'd managed to acquire a total of thirty-eight minutes of sleep. In the three-day flight from his own world, immediately prior to his arrival, he'd only gotten around four hours in total. Four hours thirty-eight minutes, over the course of nearly four days. It was a wonder the man was still standing. Then again...sleep seemed an impossible concept at the moment.

He'd been let out of his cell that morning, for the first time since arriving. "Eyes", as the Ebolorian guards had taken to calling the man, had followed the general masses of people, eventually arriving in what seemed to be some sort of 'common area'. Isaac remained wary, sticking to the edges and alleyways. He didn't know his way around Home Planet yet. He didn't know what actions might invoke the wrath of the guards, or, for that matter, the wrath of the other prisoners. Isaac was in over his head here, and damn did he know it.

As he leaned against a wall, he fiddled with the manual focus on his prosthetic eye. The wiring was jacked up, and all he'd been getting for the past six hours was an intermittent feed of static. If he'd been back home, he could have gotten someone to look at it. Hell, he could have poked around himself if he'd had access to some basic tools. But here, here the eye was more of a hindrance than a help. The static was distracting, and no amount of fiddling with the dials on the side of the apparatus seemed to help.

A sound distracted him from his fiddling. A sharp scream, echoing through the entire vicinity. Isaac cringed at the noise, but didn't make any movement to try to find its source. It sounded female, and he cringed for whoever was emitting that noise. But it was probably safest to not intervene...

However, the next series of noises did grab his attention. Those screams sounded angry, and were accompanied by the clanging noise of a metallic chain. Isaac frowned. With some effort, he dragged his exhausted body out of the alleyway where he'd been hiding out. Some short distance away, there was a man that could only be human or humanoid. He was chained to a post, screaming in a vehement rage. "You think I'm trash? Who the one that shits on the spot because their Ebolorian master says so?!?! Your nothing better than pets! Science projects gone wrong! I've seen better looking aliens in 1970's sci fi films!!!"

For a few seconds, Isaac only watched the man. The chain was strong, but it was tied poorly. Even with his depth perception in its current state of screwed up, Isaac knew he could undo it. This man, this other human, he could be an ally. And Isaac sure as hell needed an ally if he wanted to survive.

Before he could consider it anymore, he moved. Isaac rushed forward, through the throngs of aliens that were milling around staring at the single human. He bumped into quite a few shoulders, and apologized hastily as he did so. But finally, he reached the man on the chain. "Hey. Shuttup. Screaming isn't gonna do you a hell of a lot of good," he muttered as he neared the man.

He blinked hard, once, hoping it might clear up the static in his left eye. No such luck. "Listen, how much trouble do you think I'd get in if I untied you?" Isaac asked the man, speaking quickly. "Think they'd notice? Think they'd care?"