Sca reached for another woman. This one had short brunette hair and a small muscular build.
“I can get myself up just fine, thank you,” she snapped as she walked forward and held out her wrist. She lifted her chin defiantly as she watched, waiting—almost impatiently—for them to do their job.
Baston took notice, this little girl had spunk. Scanning her bracelet, he watched as she scowled and marched back over to her seat. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest and pulled her lips into a thin line. For a moment he watched her, noting that she had a nice body with curves despite her small stature. She was rounded out where it counted, and he inwardly admired her features.
They moved down the line, scanning bracelets. An alarm sounded that alerted them another ship was approaching. It wasn’t possible that another cargo ship had arrived, because the ship they’d seen was still quite a distance away. The only ships that could move that fast were combatant ships. They both put their hands on their guns, but it was too late.
The aliens that entered were a purplish color, like green grapes that had gone bad. They had bulbous heads with large red eyes. Baston thought he recognized them as Stillions, but he had only seen their species on the holopads and not up close. He watched a ton of documentaries and nature shows when he wasn’t working. He had always taken comfort in his belief that if he ever ran into something scary, he’d be able to deal with it.
The Stillions went through the bag on his back and took his knife and some nails he’d had from a previous project. One of the alien’s long talons ripped through the side pocket, rendering it useless. They let him keep the satchel on his side. They searched Sca as well, emptying his pockets, but they didn’t take anything except a pen he had had.
“Hey, my dad gave me that pen!” he yelled, but they didn’t seem to care.
Baston reached for his gun, but the aliens were faster. Before he could pull it out, one of them grabbed both his hands. Before he had time to blink, he found himself chained to Sca and the feisty woman. The aliens moved at a speed faster than they could see. All the women in the pod let out loud wails and sobs. Each was handcuffed to another, and some were handcuffed to their metal rooms. Others jerked on their restraints as a futile attempt to escape. Where they would go if they got free was anyone’s guess.
“Well, shit,” the small girl said, clearly annoyed. She looked at the wailing women and grunted something under her breath. With a huff, she sat back down, jerking Sca and Baston to the floor of the pod with her.
The pod jolted like something was lifting it. Baston heard tools being used. He realized the aliens were attaching the pod to their ship.
“They’re taking the girls!” He yelled to Sca.
“Forget the girls, Baston. They’re taking us!”
Jumping up and pulling the girl with them, they went to the metal door and pushed it open against the Stillion who held it from the bottom. They forced it open and used their chains to wrap around his neck. He dropped to his knees and Baston almost had his hands on the stun gun strapped to his waist when another Stillion came out of the ship and spotted him.
Quickly, it raced to its shipmate’s aid and struck the three prisoners away from him. They all flew back into the cargo pod with the power of the strike. The aliens hoisted their guns, pointing them directly at their heads. Only once before had Baston been shot by a stun gun, and it wasn’t something he wanted to experience again. With a nod of compliance, he held up his hands and scooted back.
Satisfied that they weren’t going to give them any more trouble, the aliens slammed the door shut again. Moments later, the pod began to shift and become unsteady. The jostling about sent the pod’s occupants sliding across the floor as the ship took off. Some of the women whimpered in the corners, curled into balls.
“Damn it, what’s going on?” Sca asked as he pulled himself back up and ran towards the door again. The pod had gone dark, and his illuminated skin stuck out to the women who’d not paid attention before. Some of them screamed as he ran by.
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