Sarai leaned back in her seat, the transport entering the planets orbit was buffeted by turbulence, which caused the agent to lurch and wish she hadnt had her breakfast yet, she clutched her autorifle with both hands as the agile craft winged its way down the Tanith Prime.

Tainth Prime, a hellish warzone, North and south blasting away at each other the citys all lay in ruins, with criminal warlords setting themselves up as kings in the ruins while armies fought and died around them for the wreckage.

The ADD had assisted with Earth forces to rescue as many of the trapped civilians several months ago, but many where left behind, what fate had befallen them was unknown, but could be guessed.

The main starport had been reclaimed and was the main base for the intergalactic peacekeepers, though it had infact become thier prison as they were virtually powerless to stop the fighting and had thier hands full tending to refugees. And this was where Sarai came in, on a routine inspection of the base on behalf of ADD command, she closed her eyes and shook her head.

Her eyes flew open as the ship lurched as a huge explosion rocked the small craft and sent it in a spiral. "BRACE!!" There was a bright flash and then darkness.

Smke filled her vision and her nose as she pulled herself from the wreckage of the transport, she blinked as sunlight broke through the clouds and smoke, the ship was a wreck, it was a miracle she had survived, the crew hadnt. She seemed to have come down in one of the cities, though which one she wasnt sure, she sighed and picked up her rifle.

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The young agent pulled herself from the wreckage and dashed across the ruins into the cover of a shelled out high rise, she crouched and frowned as she checked her weapon and armor, her white body suit was smudged grey in places, but had held up, and her black flak armor was undamged, she breathed a sigh of relief before pulling out her comm gear. She shook her head and tossed the damaged device away.

The smoke from the crash had already began to attract scavengers, as well as those that shot her down more than likely, she slipped into an alleyway as a flatbed truck tore through the ruined streets and then she darted out across the road into another alley, needing to get as far away as possible, she said a silent prayer for the souls of the fallen crew, there was nothing she could do for thier bodies.

The creature gurgled to itself as it watched the human. Ral would have been six feet high, had it been standing straight. Ral was, however, constantly hunched over, making itself about five feet high. The creature's flesh was a grayish-green, which would have appeared smoother had it not been so dirty. Ral wore a metal collar that had been painted black. It stood on top of a building that made part of the alley.

Ral saw the opportunity arrive, and it jumped down, landing in front of the agent. The creature was unable to speak coherently, making a high-pitched gurgling cry through its broken teeth.

She skidded to a halt as the creature landed in front of her, "what the..." dispite her startled reaction her instincts took over instantly the rifle lifted and a burst of shells flashed out peppering the creature.

"Take that you damn ugly freak!"

The creature squealed in pain and rage as holes were blown into its hide. However, it picked itself up off of the ground seconds later, springing at Sarai, gurgling in fury. It grabbed her in a bear hug in two of its four arms, pinning her arms to her sides and forcing her to drop the rifle.

Ral's two-fingered hands were very strong, grasping the agent tightly. Its second set of arms had four fingers and a thumb each on the hands, and one of these arms held her head tightly.

Her eyes went wide and she screamed as she was batted aside and then grabbed as her rifle clattered across the ground, she struggled wildly, glad for the body armor preventing her from being crushed. She stared in wide eyed horror as her head was held tight, expecting fangs to tear through her flesh at any minute.

Holding her in this way, Ral sniffed the agent a few times. With its remaining hand, it picked up the rifle and held it to her head. With no warning, Ral jumped thirty feet straight up, back to the rooftop it had first spotted her on. Another jump ensued, and another and another.

She blinked and then gulped as she was lurched into the air and carried over the blasted and runied buildings, wondering what the hell this creature was as it wasnt in the briefing files, as well as trying to keep an eye on the landscape dispite the rifle pointed at her head.

Ral continued to jump, gurgling as it did so, apparently unimpeded by Sarai's weight. Finally it arrived at a low-built building. The door opened, and Ral entered.

The structure was somewhat damaged. It was obvious that the very room Sarai was in had seen battle. Ral held Sarai tightly and turned her around, speaking in its odd language. It also repositioned its hand to cover her mouth.

Duca looked at Ral's captive. "Very good, Ral," said Duca. "You have done as I asked you."

Ral giggled, goosebumps appearing on its skin.

Duca held a syringe in her left hand, and pressed the needle against Sarai's neck. Locating the correct spot, she unloaded the contents into Sarai. The substance would completely paralyze Sarai from the neck down for thirty minutes.

Ral draped Sarai's now-limp form over a filthy bed. "So," said Duca, looking human, save for her orange skin, "what's your story?"

Her eyes looked lfet and right as she struggled in the creatures grasp as they entered the building, she gagged at the smell of the hand over her mouth and let out a cry as the drug was pumped into her body.

She let out a cry as her body went numb and she was placed on the filthy bed, her head lifted slightly to look at Duca.

"I am an ADD representive on an inspction tour when my ship was shot down, who are you? What is the meaning of this?"

Duca waved Ral away. Ral sniggered and went into the adjacent room.

Duca was only an inch shorter than Sarai, and her straight raven hair descended to her shoulders. She sat down next to the paralyzed agent and began to speak.

"My name is not important," she said, putting a hand beneath Sarai's chin to hold her head up. Her other hand produced a collar from seemingly out of nowhere. With a click, it attached to her neck.

"And now it won't matter." She looked at the agent malevolently. "You are not to remove your collar, nor anyone else's, except under my command. You are not to attack anyone unless under my orders."

Duca did not explain the collar to Sarai. She would find its effects out on her own. Duca grinned. While Sarai wore the collar, any order given to her had to be followed. Disobedience would be punished by intense, unbearable pain until she obeyed the collar, where obedience would be rewarded with intense pleasure.

"Ral! Come here!"

Instantly Ral was at her side, grinning like a fool.

She stared at Duca as she sat next to her and listened to the orange skinned woman. She blinked as her head was lifted and the cold metal closed about her throat. "What?...get this off me now!"

"So insolent of a slave, to speak when I haven't spoken to you. Do not talk, wench!" Duca slapped Sarai in the face. Ral looked at her, then at Duca.

"Let's hope it doesn't take long for the bitch to learn her place... for her sake." Duca muttered.