White walls, bright lights, the same day in and day out. He was rapidly growing tired of this place. Since his capture a month ago it was all he saw. With a growl he staggered to his feet and started to pace the length of the small reinforced cell like a restless predator. If he wasn't curled up into a protective ball at the far end of the cell resting, he was pacing.<br/><br/>He couldn't remember much of how he had been captured. Just bits and pieces. The last thing he could remember was returning from a trade mission in a distant star system and passing by an insignificant backwater world then picking up a remote emergency signal. Since no one was expecting him back for a week and he couldn't in good conscious leave some fellow space traveler stranded he veered off course and landed in a remote area. There was an explosion followed by a hot flash of pain. The last clear memory he had of the assault was of him blacking out then waking up in a small cell made of heavily reinforced glass and thick metal bars. His greatly reduced stature seemed to be a side effect of the device exploding though he couldn't be sure.<br/><br/>The experiments they put him through against his will were degrading to say the least. They took liberties with his body under the guise of learning more about his species. The things they did..........the cold slick gloved covered hands against his warm platting going places that they had no right to be going.<br/><br/>Lips curling in disgust and anger he paused and shuddered, tightly folded wings twitching at the memories that bobbed to the surface. He shook his avian head hard enough to rattle the white platting that covered most his body then resumed his agitated pacing.  At this rate he was going to wear a rut in the cold concrete floor.<br/><br/>Looking out at the glass and metal walls of his cell again, Sky Lynx thought of trying to escape while watching the white clad humans go about their duties. If they thought this cell would hold him for long then they had another thing coming. He was not some animal to be kept in a cage and experimented on after all. He needed to formulate a plan. Preferably before they did something more drastic like make an attempt to take him apart. His insides, as magnificent and fascinating they may be, were off-limits!