“So, this suck, but that is to be expected,” Chip miserably mused. He began looking around the area, hampered by the constantly flickering lights. “Neat trick,” he bitterly noted, as he still tried to look around the area for some sign of life, a tactic that he was much too familiar with. “First, I need to find Betty. She must be scared.” He shuddered at that horrific thought.
“Ok, think,” Chip thought and sighed as the scents kicked him in the face and he fought the urge to vomit. The mix of smells with the cells were overwhelming to the point they could taste them. To his left, a raw, disgusting smell with sweat, blood, and possibly shit; to his right, the odd smell of flowers, like a garden or some old Earth thing long forgotten . These polar opposite scents were overpowering and did not agree; it made it so much worse .Then, he heard something coming towards him.
“Well, shit, I’m not alone, I’m fucking unarmed, and I’m chained up in the dark with no lights" he thought. Well, he was going to die, so who cares? Chip prepared himself for death, putting on his best poker face and making his greatest sitting pose as best as he could do. With his back straight and him facing the approaching sound, he closed his eyes and prepared for the end. “Kinda would like to die peacefully, but it is what it is,” he thought. “Oi, got a smoke, hum’n lad?”
That knocked the wind out of Chip as he blankly stared at what asked the odd question. What he saw was massive beast, covered with black fur with patches of grey. It was a beast developed with muscles as it moved with long, powerful forearms, pushing itself forward towards Chip. Those arms were scared from. There were clear, clean wounds on its arms, the blood just drying as it smiled, showing the fangs that were a little too long for Chip’s taste. He had seen pictures of the old earth and this looked like one of those chimpanzees he had to read about as a student. That and about the fact that they were fucking bloodthirsty, absolutely vicious psychopaths of a species. Fear really helped you remember stuff when you’re looking at something that would kill you I–
“Hum’n, oi I know you guys always got one, I need it for a friend and myself, so be kind, yeah?” It inquired with a pleasing tone.
“So, this is a beast man. Fuck, okay, Chip, you got this. Calm and collected, just like with Betty.” He panicked on the inside Chip loosened up and faced the creature.
“Sorry man, I think who or whatever captured me stripped me of everything there was on my ship.” The chimp growled deeply, as if it were ready to rip something apart. It glared in Chip’s direction. Chip panicked internally, trying his damndest to keep his face straight and calm.
“Fucking slaver bastard, this shit ain’t even funny -”
As he began to rant, Chip zoned out as he heard the word slavers. Things went from bad, to fucking worse, to now nightmarish. He needed Betty and they needed to get the fuck out of here at all cost. Slavers and slavery, on the galactic scale, were not common in area where humans had the main presence, but that was not true for most places in the galaxy. Humanity was such a young species and so barbaric that others laughed at their ships’ weaponry, armor, and culture, often leading to their humiliating defeat.
A few other species who were not major players on the galactic scale only practiced the concept of universal freedom. Slavery was a system that was not just known, not just encouraged; Something widely praised it for creating an equal playing field across the galaxy. Most species at the top of the galactic food chain boasted about it. Humanity found it morally disgusting, but they were desperately in need of allies, so they played along.
Deathworlders were the ones they loved to use the most, so, although they would never even entertain the idea of attacking a human settlement, a stray human ship was free pickings. That, and a beastman, too. Either they were brave or mad. As Chip started to recall these things, an idea formed in his head. He glanced at the beastman, its body consumed by wounds of all ages, as it was on the verge of a rampage. Fury filling its body, it began to pound the dirty ground.
Making a quick prayer to whatever would hear him, Chip cleared his throat, and, in a scared and meek whisper, he asked, “Hey there, can I ask you what is going on? Are we the only ones in here?”
The beast man looked back, its face confused, and angrily answered about as straightforward as if it were a drill sergeant with Chip as a recruit at his desk. “Me, you, and a fucking Wurelficker in a fucking cell. Tree-touches was still knocked out then the bastards dragged you in here. Rwaaag, I just want a cig un- “ “So, what would you do for a cigarette?”
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Betty awoke mad. Bro was gone, and that scared her. If Bro is not here, something may have to die. Her sleeping helmet that Bro always made her wear was really tough. She was never able to even dent it, but it was cracked now, just a little. If she really struggled, she could glimpse the outside. It was a sterilized, white area like that place where Bro and her would do the physical training and he would help her understand stuff. She tried to pull down her hands, but couldn’t, no matter how hard she tried. That pissed her off, and her fangs began to form. She did what Bro would always do: look around. She wished she didn’t. What she saw couldn’t be real. It shouldn’t be real. A shadow monsters.
No, Bro always said they weren’t real. It was an inky, black blot with glitzing crimson dots that covered the living darkness, which scared her more. Some of those eyes were looking at something above her, but other eyes noticed her, and to Betty’s horror, they all focused on her. She wasn’t mad anymore, she was scared.
Beast men were crude, but they were so damn cool, Chip mused. Brombre was apparently part of the joined beast man army. Most records of beast man described them as crude, finding them in a medieval stage of development. Most evolve to eat anything, even their own. The weak die young on their planet. That was the major difference between humans and beast men; they followed survival of the fittest to the tee. Bombre was laughing maniacally as the words were finally translated.
“Hid my little guns. Bastard took my proper blades, but he made a major mistake... You may need to gear up, hum’n boi ….” Then, with a mixture of contempt and rage, he furiously looked at the floor and spat out.
“While I am setting up the guns, you wake that Wurelficker.” With that, Bombre was gone, dashing into the shadows as Chip looked around, noticing the sitting humanoid creature.
“What is this bullshit? Why does that get a fucking chair?” Chip complained bitterly. Chip struggled towards this beautiful beast, too good looking to be a man, but it could be a female. The stuff you see in propaganda, with the best-looking people as the heroes. That was to be expected, wasn’t it? It was a space elf, after all.
The elongated ears sloped down slightly at the ends. Its eyes had thick eyebrows and eyelashes that merged together to form a weird, solid mass. It was a striking sight. As it slept, with its neat, flushed lips, most would at least take a picture just to prove that they saw this sight. With that thought, Chip simply sighed. The uncanny bastards! When they were first found, they were too good to be true. A sister species that can crossbreed and looks like hot models. However, it was true, and they soon were a part of the human species as homo glorious. At least, that was all that Chip knew of them.
He found their files so fucking dull that he had simply forgotten them. He swallowed back his annoyance at this creature. “Hey, wake up. You, okay?” Chip slowly and steadily approached. The only response was a light and gentle snoring. It sounded like some small bell. Spite, coming from some place he didn’t know he had within him, roared through his body. “Damn it all!” Chip fumbled, as he threw his hand back and gave into the feeling. He slapped this beautiful creature as lightly as he could. He could hear the face hitting the floor. It stirred, flinging its limbs about as it rose, apparently enraged. The creature seemed to be angry, but it’s face was still too fair. It stumped him for a minute. The body language could be translated screamed rage and he was right; it was angry.
“The blasted right niff, you fucking cur! Why the flying fuck, in the any living universe would you fucking do that?"
The words were spat with venom unrivaled by anything he had heard in a long while. The elf kept ranting as he rubbed the left side of his face. Something long and firm flicked by his backside. As Chip allowed the elf’s rant to continue, he stared at the tail. A strong and burly noodle connected to the base of his spine, flicking side to side, contrasting with the slight movement of this body. It was stocky and firm , acting as a counterbalance to the rest of the body. After seeing the elf move, when his rant finally slowed down enough, Chip cleared his throat and looked at the elf.
“So, the drug is out of your system. I wasn’t sure if you were still breathing, so thank your gods, because you have just become a slave. Lucky for you, I have a proposal; we could all break out if you are willing to help.”
The elf fell silent and just rubbed its face, as its tail was angrily upright and slightly curled. Finally, this angelic feature then opened its mouth with a voice of an adult talking to a small child.
“I’ll be your ally, if you take a hit like the one you did to me. If y’r any kind of man, you will.” Chip shrugged with a sigh. That was easy, Chip thought with a sly smirk, as the lights flashed, blinding Chip again.
“Sure, just warn me when – “
Chip grunted with some pain, as something slammed into his gut. It was not that bad, more so the shock of the attack than the pain itself.
As he panicked for a second, it was over. He glanced down at the needle-thin arm, then met the elf’s eyes, as the elf pulled back his hand with a grunt of pain, and the curses began anew.
“You tough, pink, barking, dumb- hair cunt. Even your stomach’s fucking tough. Fine, give me a min, you broad rose arse."
With that, the creature knelt down, as it continued just grunting in pain. Chip’s guilt over hitting the creature diminished as he turned to the chimp with an amused smirk. Who- or whatever captured them were either incompetent or stupid? That would be their mistake, and he hoped those who would dare to cage him would learn exactly what happened to fools who dared to do this.