Across the Universe Found

Finally Off That Rig!

"I can try'" I told the large male who seemed to be in charge of the Alien Black Ops guys. He nodded in approval, then turned to one of his guys for a moment. They spoke in low tones while we waited, seconds later our collars all popped off. Some of the guys herded off the Fuzzy family, while the Big Guy motioned with his arm for us to go ahead of him.

"If you will just come this way, we will take you females off this accursed poachers rig, and onto the Peacekeepers Epsilon. It's not meant for civilians, but we will take care of all of you refugees easily until we reach our sector. I am uncertain how we will locate your home world." He looked regretful at this.
"Have any of your computer experts or whoever deals with making flight plans tried to view the Skinnies space log or whatever they call it? See where in the universe they have traveled? The coordinates might be listed there" I offered.

The Big Guy turned to me with an incredulous look, then he laughed heartily in delight. Which made me kinda mad really, since I'm pretty sure he was laughing because I had surprised him with such a obvious idea.

My anger must have shown on my face because he stopped laughing and looked down at me with raised brows. Alarm warring with amusement on his face. He raised his hands in a placating gesture. We had all stopped in the hallway at this point. Me with my hands clenched, my own brows furrowed, looking like I wanted to pimp-slap this guy who was twice my size at least. The Candy Girls had begun making little distressed noises trying to figure out what was going on, they hadn't put in the translators yet. And the Cat Men Black Ops guys were flanking me, seeming to be torn between not liking me being pissed and maintaining respect of their superior officer. still trying to figure out what that is all about, why do they even care about MY emotional state anyways?

The Big Guy shook his head and said "take no offense Little One, I am merely amazed at your resilience. You have just come through a horrific ordeal, and yet you can still think clearly and have come up with a very sensible solution to our dilemma. Whatever your kind is, they must be a very wise and tenacious People"
I am mollified by this, it's a good compliment after all, better to be seen as a scrappy survivor, than a damsel in distress.

"Thank you. Humans, are stubborn like that. And I have family waiting for me. I can't afford to NOT do everything I can to try to get back to them, if I can." I state.
"Your clan? They will notice your absence? And your mate? Have you young that have been left motherless?" The male queries.

"Ha! No mate", I reply bitterly. "He proved to be unworthy" I elaborated at their odd looks towards me. "And I was fortunate to not be tethered to him by bearing him young" I continued. The aliens then all looked fairly uncomfortable at my assessment. The leader seemed to shake off whatever collective thought they were having and kept trucking.

"And the other females? How did you come to be taken with them?" He inquired.

"Complete coincidence really. I never met them before that moment. I was with my actual friends, celebrating breaking my bond to my faithless mate actually, and we got separated. I'm just glad they weren't taken, my friends that is. Bad as I feel that ANY of us were taken. I know my parents and friends will support each other in my absence." I look down at the deck at this point, my chest feeling tight. Just knowing there is a good chance I will never go home and see any of them again, on top of everything that has already happened, I am quickly losing steam, and just want to curl up somewhere and bawl like a baby really.

I hear some sympathetically distressed noises around me that break through my agonized mental haze. I glance up and around. The Candy Girls are sniffling and clinging to one another. The two guys who've been sticking to me like white on rice seem to be telegraphing crap to each other over my head. The Big Guy is watching them with a look that says he knows what they are up to and is not amused that they are scheming around our misfortune. I stiffen my spine and shake off my self pity. What's done is done. We may never get home. So I have to be smart and not allow myself to be suckered or bullied in to a situation that will result in me being indebted to another. Well, anymore than I already am that is. I owe these guys for busting me out of the Skinnies control. And I still have no clue where this is gonna go. We are in space for the love of little green apples. Where will I live? How will I live? How am I to pay for myself? I really would rather go down fighting than be a whore. Or any other kind of slave that requires me to allow others to use my body in any unsavory way. Not to knock those who go that route. I just can't handle the squick factor of prostitution. The actual smells, tastes, sounds, and sensations involved. Blech... just can't. I'd barf on like every 'john' they'd try to make me 'service' I just know it. Nor could I even consider being a baby factory. Again, not to knock those who surrogate. Helping others experience the gift of parenthood is a blessing. But cranking out alien spawn after spawn against my will, especially a hybrid? Is another matter. I'd rather dig my own womb out with a rusty spoon thank you. A child deserves no less than one parent who is ALL IN. Two is ideal of course, if nothing else than for the fact that having two people to juggle feeding, burping, changing, rocking, napping, and all that jazz is just easier with two or more people. But we never know what life is going to throw at us. So at least one parent who would lasso the moon for us if they could, is good enough in my book.

So I turn to the Big Guy and ask "Is there any chance of returning us to Earth Sir?" He looks contemplative before he begins to walk down the hall again. The rest of us follow behind him. "Before I even think to answer you Little One, I must consult our Navigator. Only they could tell us if there is any hope of such a thing." He replies as he strides with purpose down corridor after corridor. Their marching ends abruptly in front of a set of doors that slide apart as he approaches them.

We enter what could only be a medical bay. I turn to the Big Guy with a raised brow, I had been expecting the Bridge or something. He looks back with a concerned expression. "I felt it was best to stop in Medical first, give you and my men a chance to see to any injuries you may have sustained. Perhaps find some, erm clothing and washing for you females?" He says this last bit a little uncomfortably, looking away towards an approaching individual wearing the apparently universal white coat of a medical professional.

"What have you brought me this time Commander? Children? Are they siblings? Faugh! They reek! What were they doing? Wallowing in their own filth for weeks?" The rude medical worker just keeps the unprofessional commentary going as they walk among the Candy Girls and myself. I watch him with a look that should have clued him in to the fact I could understand every nasty thing he was was saying, but he was enjoying his own superiority too much to notice. I was about to snap on a fool.