text: Your captain was the first to speak.
  
  "You fucking sniveling little piece of shit, you stole my escape pod." He takes a few menacing steps towards you, with no bindings on either of your hands.
  
  You take a few steps back and start to defend yourself with your hands raised flat to calm him down"Alright relax their Earl, it's not like you were planning on using it anyway, I wasn't about to die for no Confederation."
  
  That only seems to piss him off more. "You fool! When they started to get ready to board I decided that the women and more weaker members of our crew should have the right to escape down here in my personal pod. Everyone else was in agreement, and the pod would have been able to fit at least two to three people, but you had to be selfish and take it all for yourself."
  
  The hardened man swings a haymaker at you, which you duck away from and scurry to the other end of the cell. Luckily the two other people in the cell were women who just watched in silence, they weren't the strong ones like Lora and Gwen who could have easily destroyed you had they been here.
  
  You try to defend yourself with words a bit more. "They found me anyway, so it's not like they would have gotten far in the pod, it makes no difference now."
  
  "It's the fucking principle you roach!"
  
  Another haymaker from him, this time actually landing across your cheek, making you stumble back a few steps and land on your ass.
  
  Fuck that hurt, the old man wasn't going to give up either with him starting to circle you and looking as if to go in for a much more prolonged beating.
  
  That's when you remembered that you still had the knife on you, the stupid pieces of shit hadn't searched you at all even when they put you in here.
  
  That is, if you actually were planning on killing your captain in front of all your other crew mates. There would be no going back from something like that.
  
  > fight back with your fists
  Killing him would only cause more problems, most of the crew looked up to the captain and killing him would only place more targets on your head.
  
  Even so, you still would have to fight back and defend yourself until the man tired out.
  
  To your advantage he was only good at throwing haymakers but lacked skill in any other type of assault. To your disadvantage you weren't all that good at fighting at all with your fists.
  
  You scurried around the room trying to dodge the rest of his blows with some hitting your chest or lower face making you wince in pain.
  
  "The little fucking rat can't even fight back!" He taunts at you.
  
  The old fuck still wasn't done. You would actually have to fight back, dodging wouldn't be doing you any good anymore.
  
  Getting your fists up and ready, you swung directly at his stomach, hoping to damage his stamina rather then beating him into submission. It worked to a extent, with the blow causing him to take a few steps back, letting you put in two more hits into his abdomen. In retaliation, he knocks you back with a wicked headbutt, causing a sharp pain to your forehead.
  
  Fuck, you seemed to be losing this. You tried your best to doge a few more of his blows while giving a kick to his knee at the end. He bended down a bit in pain as you tried to land a heavy punch to his cheek which stung your knuckles with a great amount of pain as it met a few teeth.
  
  This hit seemed to weaken him a bit as he dropped to the floor while clutching his face
  
  "Fucking yield!" You spat as you tried to normalize your heavy breathing.
  
  "Alright, alright fuck, you win you piece of shit." He grumbles while wiping away a bit of blood from his face and stays sitting down.
  
  Doing the same to some coming from your nose. You know realize that the guards never came by to check what was the matter, which scared you if anything else were to happen later.There were three other take a look at the other ex-crewmates that made up your cell. There were two women, Amber and Stephanie. Both of them had worked the communications alongside the Captain. There was one other male in here who was one of the lower educated mechanics of the ship, his name was Jorge. Amber and Stephanie were naturally both very frightened at conflict type situations and made you wonder how they even got assigned to a mission like this.
  
  Jorge on the other hand you never heard talk as he worked on the other side of the ship with the other mechanics but you guessed he was just quiet in general as he still hadn't said a word or stepped in during the fight.
  
  If you were going to find a way out of here, you would have to make amends with your other crew-mates for your desertion as they would be some sort of a asset to you. Until the time you deserted the fucks again when the right time came.
  
  > Talk
  Assuming that the Captain would be in no mood to talk with you right now, you decided it would be best to talk to Stephanie and Amber first.
  
  "Do you know what they want to do with us?" You ask Stephanie calmly.
  
  She just hugs herself and shakes her head, looking as if she's about to cry. What a fucking pussy.
  
  "They're going to take us off planet and sell us as slaves, they only came back down here for you." Jorge speaks up while not looking at you.
  
  "Why was I so important to find?"
  
  "I don't know, but I'm guessing Humans fetch a pretty good price if they went through such the trouble to go down here and capture you."
  
  "There was also a Human among them. He talked to us when they boarded the ship." Amber blurted out.
  
  The captain nodded. "Something isn't right about our capture, they knew we were coming to the planet to set up such a ambush."
  
  His eyes narrow on you.
  
  "No doubt it was this fucking swine that probably sold us out."
  
  Ignoring the mans insults, you try to get more out of Amber.
  
  "Did he tell you anything that might help us?"
  
  She shakes her head.
  
  "The man was so calm when he boarded, he even apologized for attacking us. The man said that he would have taken everyone on every ship prisoner if it were up to him but said that their prisoner ship was already getting overcrowded and his superiors said it to risky to try and get everyone without suffering to much losses of their own."
  
  "We weren't the only ship to get captured, Knox and Reach were also boarded." Jorge says.
  
  That surprised you, as you could of sworn that only your ship and Reach were the only ones to had survived the assault. It wouldn't have surprised you that Knox was boarded though, that was where the fleet had stored most of the blasters and ammunition. You would have hoped that they put up some sort of a fight inside.
  
  It was then that the ship started to pick up speed as you felt it while standing. Not wanting to fall you sat yourself down along with others who were also standing.
  
  Nothing left to do now but wait on what was to come.
  
  > Land
  A few days had passed since your capture. You still hadn't arrived at your destination for some odd reason as the ship stopped for numerous occasions which led to some aliens joining you all in your cells. Apparently this planet did in fact have natives as they were all placed in their own section. Their physical size and towering height made you wonder how they ever managed to bring such beasts into submission.
  
  The captain insulted you every now and then, but nothing that would turn physical as it did before. Amber and Jorge talked to you from time to time as they both started to open to you a bit. Stephanie was still quiet and mute, sitting down in the corner of the cell and never saying a word unless Amber was able to coax her enough for them to have small conversations on Stephanie's well being.
  
  It wasn't so bad in the cell if you could get used to the surrounding stench of everything. What really fucked with you though is that all four of you had to share one roll of toilet paper, this trip better had end soon before it got any more worse.
  
  Waking up from the your sleep on the weirdly warm steel floor, you stretched your body to try to dull the increasingly worsening aching sensation that each night would bring.
  
  It seems that you waken early, with everyone else asleep except for Jorge, who was talking to someone in a cell across from yours, someone that wore the uniform in which those on the Knox ship had.
  
  "It's been two days already, I don't know where the hell they're taking us." Jorge says to the man.
  
  "I heard from someone else that they have a base somewhere on the planet, that seems to be where they're takin us unless we go back up into space." The man tells Jorge.
  
  Jorge shakes his head. "I don't think any of us will last a space journey unless they're speed is as good as I hear it is."
  
  They talk a bit more, but its mostly mechanical stuff about speed and engines that only someone who was a mechanic or had any knowledge of that area would be able to understand.
  
  This whole situation really was amusing to you. Back on Earth when you were still in schooling you always remembered reading about ancient slaves and how the whole thing was a barbaric custom that only savages would ever practice. But here you were about to be made into whatever these aliens had in store for all of you.
  
  The females seemed to have it the worst out of everyone with numerous rumors spreading fast just yesterday about sexual slavery for any and all women. You tried to remain optimistic in all this and assumed that hopefully the worst case scenario for you was just some general labor that was no different from the janitorial job that previously had, just without pay and little to no free will.
  
  A few more hours passed as everyone else had woken up and gone back to sulking in their own corners of the cell or having bits and pieces of conversation with those in adjacent ones. You really wish that there was something that you could do that would improve some sort of skill, instead of just wasting away like all the feces and piss that grew more prevalent by the day.
  
  It was around this time that static could be heard, along with a loud booming voice that echoed outside the prison room. The rest of the ship was probably being ordered by the intercom again but this time it wasn't activated here for some reason. Strangely though, a good number of the guards had left their posts and left the prison room, only leaving about three or four to watch everyone else.
  
  Something else came to mind, something that made you feel stupid for not noticing earlier. The ship wasn't moving, seems that you hadn't noticed that while napping earlier. Although normally you just assumed it was just for a regular patrol or native capture, it never had any of the guards leave this place in such away as it did now.
  
  "They're probably getting some air or something." Jorge says seeing you looking at the departing guards."
  
  You nod at that assumption, being reasonable as it was.
  
  Although a guard comes by a few minutes later, asking for the attention of your cell and the ones around you with a gruff voice.
  
  "Alright, were going to be unloading you wretches in a little bit, don't fucking think of doing anything stupid or you'll end up with some broken bones. Once everyone gets some fresh air well get through this faster, for now I'm just going to take one of you ."
  
  He looks around at all of you, a smirk appearing on his face.
  
  "Any volunteers?"
  
  Stephanie and your captain point at you automatically.
  
  Cunts.
  
  "Alright, get your ass up then." He speaks to you as his keys start to unlock your cell door.
  
  Some part of you was expecting and wanting for someone in your cell to take advantage of this situation and try to attack the guard while the number of them was low. Of course it wouldn't be you because you actually had the desire to live, and it seems everyone else did too, as no one challenged the guard as he cuffed you and started leading you out of the cell.
  
  "You should consider yourself lucky that you were the first one to get taken out, the cells in our compound are a lot more spacious so that should be at least something to look forward too."
  
  You roll your eyes. "Ah gee, I'm so excited."
  
  The cuffs bind around your wrists tighter as the guard easily catches your mocking tone.
  
  He was right though, you did feel lucky to get out of that cell the soonest, as the fresh air that awaited you outside was total bliss to your body that it almost made you collapse in euphoria. You can't believe you missed it so much, never again would you take air for granted.
  
  You were honestly taken aback at the total number of aliens that were around the base, there had to be around sixty or seventy just walking around outside. Not even counting the ones inside the massive compound in which you were being lead.
  
  Another one of the aliens came up to the one that was escorting you.
  
  "Why the fuck couldn't you have unloaded a girl first, you have any idea how fucking horny I am?"
  
  "I thought you were already fucking Abigail."
  
  The alien makes a disgusted face."You already know how taboo it is to fuck another pirate, shes probably sucked enough cock while here anyway, slaves though are most of the time untainted, you already know this."
  
  "You're really willing to pay the fine too?"
  
  "Everyone overreacts about it, I can make it back easy if I volunteer in one or two side ops anyways."
  
  "Well then if you're that desperate just wait ten more minutes when they call back the rest of the team and you'll get a female to satisfy your filthy needs."
  
  The alien smiles and nods, leaving towards the landed ships.
  
  Just as you expected upon entering the compound, numerous amounts of aliens could be seen. The main entrance of the compound led to one big hub in which there was a steady stream of aliens walked in various directions to different parts of the base.
  
  There seemed to be a wide staircase towards the back of the base in which no one was really using at the moment, though thats where you were being escorted.
  
  "You know swine, I'm actually feeling a bit generous today on the account of it being payday, so I'll be giving you a choice since your the first prisoner I'm escorting." The alien tells you as he takes you down the stairs.
  
  "Yeah?"
  
  "I can either put you in the way back of the cell quarters, which we rarely ever touch because we never have enough slaves to fulfill max capacity, or I can put you right in the front so you can have some random cell mates depending on who gets assigned inside." He explains.
  
  "Wait, so you're giving me the option of having a cell all to myself or sharing it with someone else?"
  
  "Precisely."
  
  "Well I mean it's pretty obvious what my answer and anyone elses would be."
  
  The alien laughs loudly as it echos through the hallway in which you're now in.
  
  "You say that now, but trust me. Plenty of people end of regretting both decisions from what I've seen." He says while also hinting at the fact that hes done this before.
  
  "Hurry up and decide before I change my mind."
  
  > get your own cell
  Yeah a cell to yourself would be a nice change compared to what you experienced earlier. Maybe until the hatred of you from your ex crew-mates died down enough would you be able to go back living with them.
  
  You also didn't want to be sharing a room with some foreign alien who would most likely not even speak your own language. You weren't even the most sociable person anyway so you could handle some alone time until they got around to changing the cells.
  
  "Id like my own cell please."
  
  "You sure about that lad, I wasn't lying about people regretting their decision, it can get pretty lonely."
  
  "Trust me after what I've been through, I'd like some peace and quiet."
  
  The guard laughs to himself.
  
  "We'll since you requested it..."
  
  You finally seem to arrive at the mega prison after going down various hallways. It had a similar layout to that of the ship but with a much more security level and cell size.
  
  Grated walkways were above the cells to give the guards visibility on everything below. There were also about twelve stone or so concrete looking guard towers that were meshed into the walls, glass taking up the top section of them for visibility along with a visible guard stationed on each one as each of them held what looked to be a very long energy rifle. The size of each cell looked to be double of what was on the ship with each fitting two bunk beds and a toilet, although instead of metal grating all around each cell was completely surrounded by concrete. That seemed to make it impossible to talk to other people in adjacent cells.
  
  As you walked along the metal walkway from above, you could see that this prison could easily fit over two hundred people. How these aliens managed to control so many is beyond you. You just hoped that the toilet paper situation was better than before.
  
  Keeping to his word, the guard took you past the other populated cells with inmates towards the very back of it all. The sounds of everyone else grew faint as the surrounding concrete muffled everything around the now empty cells that you were approaching. The light was also noticeably dim in this area, giving off a heavier eerie vibe.
  
  Not exactly what you were expecting but what was to be expected after all. Finally stopping at a lonely and quiet cell, the guard starts getting out his keys.
  
  "Yes you should have nice quiet thoughts here, no one, not even the guards will trouble you I'm pretty sure."
  
  Your stomach drops as you start regretting this decision a little, but place those thoughts aside knowing that the guard would most likely not change your cell if you asked.
  
  Placing you inside, he locks the door and gives you a amused stare. Shaking a head he gives a light laugh before walking away without saying another word.
  
  > Later
  Fuck, Fuck you couldn't do this anymore. A guard had stopped by your cell only twice in the past six days only to deliver meals. Devouring the first, you had to ration the second not knowing when the guard would stop by again. You asked him for more food and toilet paper the second time he stopped by but he just snarled at you to back up and threw your meal towards you, leaving you alone once again.
  
  If only the guard that had first escorted you here into your cell would deliver your food the next time around, maybe then you could find a way to to get into a new cell, even beg if you had too.
  
  You wouldn't even mind if he came in here just to beat the fuck out of you, it would be the only real noise that you had heard in awhile. You were even desperate enough to attack the next guard that stopped by, just to get a transfer into a newer higher max cell or at the very least get put out of your misery with a quick cut to the throat or something.
  
  Maybe you were overreacting, but the silence was what cut at you the most. The first few days you lived with it trying to enjoy it. But as your thoughts were continually the only things to keep you company it only made the situation into a living hell. The darkness didn't help with the lights totally blacking out for hours at a time with every second feeling like a hour during those times.
  
  No fucking way could you live like this for another week, the next guard would have to change something or you wouldn't be able to go on. You continually cursed yourself for not requesting a occupied cell, even if it meant that you would have to fight for food and toilet paper, that would be heaven compared to getting none at all.
  
  You just needed something, someone.
  
  > Days later
  The captain looks at his messenger with disbelief, the messenger taking a few steps back in preparation for his broken temper.
  
  "What do you fucking mean one of the prisoners killed themselves?" The captain snarls trying to hold back his frustration in a futile attempt.
  
  "Well...Rigor forgot to feed one of his assigned prisoners and when he finally got around to checking the cell he found the inmate dead. Apparently he suffocated himself to death with the blankets."
  
  The roar erupted from the captain gets everyone's attention in the control room as all eyes are now on him.
  
  "I want Rigor in front of me fucking right now! That was a class 3 type prisoner, who the in the hells bright idea was it to place a class 3 in the very back where no one fucking patrols! I'm going to have someones fucking scrotum in my hand before the day ends mark my fucking words!"
  
  "Yes sir, I'll go find for him."
  
  Two scrotums as a matter fact were chopped that day.