Across the corridor, Kari startled at the muffled scream that reached her through the thick cell door.<em>What the hell is going on here?</em>She ran her hands through her short black hair and crossed her arms a little tighter across her bare chest.<br/><br/>This was the first ship she'd ever been on and so far all she'd seen of the galaxy was the inside of this tiny cubicle. Grey walls, grey floor, thin gruel-colored light filtering in from an unbreakable fixture overhead. There was a drain in one corner, presumably for toilet use, but otherwise the cell was utterly bare. She wasn't sure how long she'd last in this place if she didn't have some stimulation soon; barely a day had passed since she'd been brought onboard and already she could feel her mind starting to creak under the pressure of confinement.<br/><br/><em>I hope I'm sold quickly so I can get back to work. Anything would be better than this boredom.</em><br/><br/>Kari had no idea both how right and how wrong she really was.