As he got closer to the one in charge, whilst going through his list of titles he reassessed his estimation of the human female's attractiveness.  She was a good deal more than simply attractive.  She just happened to do an excellent job of hiding her beauty with an unimpressed and disapproving scowl.<br/><br/>He was going to help her with that as his next words were going to be,<em>"You should smile more, beautiful..."</em>but the words never got out as she promptly drew her weapon and shot him.  No warning and very little time for him to react, particularly so because he had been a little too fixated on her eyes...and her breasts...and her lips...her jaw...her hair.<br/><br/>He let out a low, sad sound as he came to in surroundings that was definitely not the bridge of the freighter that he had been on previously.  The sound he mad was equal parts growl and equal parts whimper...well...maybe it was more whimper and less growl.  It was hard to tell really.  Losing time was the very worst feeling.  He did not know if he had been our for minutes...or hours.  By the way his body ached, he suspected it had only been minutes but still.<br/><br/><strong>"...that...sucked..."</strong>, he growled.  Disoriented, it took a few seconds to realize he was slung over the shoulder of someone...<br/><br/><em>Something?</em><br/><br/>His head was dangling downwards towards the ground and reflexively he clenched his right fist...reaching out to the cosmos...he would be able to recover faster...instantly even but the lingering affects of what the woman had shot him with made him helpless...for now.  His right fist opened again...relaxing.  Now wasn't the time for a fight...certainly not at this very instant.<br/><br/>He patted the thick lump that was holding him with his free hand.<br/><br/><strong>"Right then..." </strong>, he cleared his throat and tried to clear his head.<strong>"You can let me down."</strong><br/><br/>He didn't know where he was.  He didn't know how badly he was outnumbered and he didn't know exactly what these people wanted.  That they had asked for him by name told him a little...but the way his head pounded made it hard to think.  He was curious if they knew just exactly who he is and exactly<em>what</em>he is.<br/><br/>If he was patient...and smart...he could make things as difficult for them as they were making for him.