Samantha sat in her cage, her eyes unable to entirely focus, he hands wrapped around the bars on either side, her hair hanging limply in complete disarray. She had been here for over a week now, they had sold any of the others from her ship that had still been alive the last time they had gone planet side. She had been watching the captain of this ship “Kage” “break” in another young girl. She couldn’t really watch, she was a doctor, she stopped pain and suffering, yet from where she was there was nothing she could do to stop the girl from hurting. She watched enough and listened carefully memorizing every scrap of information she might later find useful.<br/><br/>She had not uttered a word. Their ship had been boarded and many of them had been put into cages. She had done everything they had asked, she was scared and frightened and had seen that resistance was met with torture or death. One of the other people from her ship had given them her name. She could only assume they had also said she did not speak, or her captors did not care if she spoke. She wondered if they had also been told of her medical expertise as she was the only one left from her ship.<br/><br/>She knew that her best and only chance was to cooperate. So she continued sitting there, her legs folded beneath her watching out of the corner of her eyes with repulsion. She still felt the compulsion to help the girl, her hands gripping the bars of her cage more firmly, knuckles turning white. She hung her head in shame, no matter how much she wanted to help there was nothing she could do that would help in the slightest. She could not fight, she had no training, and no skill even if she had had a weapon. The only thing that could save her now was death, which she was not brave enough to bring upon herself, or someone taking this ship that would set her free, she did not hold hope.<br/>