The Interstellar Slave

Chapter 6: Green B*stards!

“Move!” The reptilian vocalized like in a grunt.

Bituin stopped kicking and punching the gigantic alien in the chest and stomach. She recognized that he spoke in a different language, but she could understand him. She wondered how it was possible. Then, she remembered the neckband. She suspected it gave her the translation straight up to her brain and that maybe the nanites were programmed to do this.

She knew she was screwed now. Totally!

I shouldn’t have fallen for Dr. Smith’s trap!

But then again, she reflected that if it wasn’t for the researcher, she would still be trapped in the wheelchair—forever—since her physical therapy didn’t work.

Bituin almost jumped when she heard cries of protests as more people, garbed like her, were dragged out of their cells. She realized there were more next to hers, which was near the end of the hall, it turned out. The hall seemed endless and was spotless. Well, if it would have been the latter if the other people were not spewing blood out of their mouth when their respective alien handler hadn’t smacked their face.

The Filipina-Korean was aghast to see the chaotic scene. More than a couple of prisoners suddenly dropped to the floor and convulsed violently. She noticed that the neckband emitted tiny sparks; thus, she knew these people were stunned.

Chillness slithered down her spine, and goose bumps rose on her skin.

This is not happening! her mind shouted in denial.

The things that she only saw in the movies came to life at the moment, and she witnessed it all. Personally. With her own eyes.

She knew she wasn’t dreaming. This was her reality now, which made her heart beat like a sledgehammer.

What are they really going to do with us? Are they going to make us breeders or what?

Bituin shuddered at the thoughts that reeled in her head, especially when she looked up at the reptilian humanoid in front of her. The alien regarded her with coldness in his yellow-green eyes. He looked exactly the same as the others, as if they were clones.

Or maybe they are, she guessed.

“Move, SF98889!” he growled at her, forcing her toward the now open door of the prison.

Or so she thought.

“Welcome to Forttishuq planet in the Large Magellanic Cloud Galaxy. Local Time: 5:30 P.M. Sunset: 6:53 P.M. Temperature: Forty-five degrees Celsius. Humidity: Two percent. Wind gust: Twenty kilometers per hour. Please take note that the temperature will drastically drop at –20 degrees Celsius later at 7 P.M. as it usually does.”

Bituin heard the female AI spoke.

What in the actual heck? she thought, dumbfounded. She looked down at herself, robed in a not so thick cloth. She would most probably become a human popsicle if she would be left out there in that kind of environment.

She was then roughly guided by the seven-footer alien, together with other whimpering male and female humans of different races. It was as if they were collected from the different parts of the world. For what purpose, she had a number of theories: One was breeding so that the alien species could thrive. Two, forced labor, which this civilization might need in order to live easily or whatsoever that rocks their boats—er fly their spaceships. Three, energy exploitation like a human energy is being used for the aliens to live. Four, anatomical experiment, where they would study a human body’s functionalities and whatnots. They would most probably dissect the captives, slice them open, turn their guts inside out, pick on their brains and check out how their s*x organs work, among others. Bituin thought it was morbid, foreboding. Five, soul-level experiment since she heard and read aliens had no souls and humans had theirs, so these creatures wanted to know how it was to have one and if it was attainable—if ever it was.  Six, slave trade since even on Earth, human trafficking was rampant. Seven, emotional experiment, since aliens were thought to have no emotions and just wanted to harvest humans’ to feed on. And maybe, there were still others that she may have no clue. Who would’ve known she would be abducted like this? Never in her dream or imagine had this occurred to her. At all.

“Where are you taking us?” she asked, gritting her teeth. She had to show these darn b*stards she was not afraid, although her heart already pumped violently against her rib case.

“No talk!” the green humanoid reptilian alien grunted.

He pushed her out of the spaceship, which left her perplexed. It was so huge that reminded Bituin of the Cardassian destroyer in Star Trek. In her calculation, the spaceship must be four hundred to five hundred meters wide with the height of a three-story building. Its shape was like a circular lunch box with two disks mounted on each side. It had a metallic blue color, which now changed into transparent, before it completely disappeared from their sight when everyone got out of the space transportation.

Stealthy and it’s like a chameleon, she observed. Sneaky b*stards.

She could feel the heat that seemed to nip painfully on her skin. She squinted her eyes to watch the blue-gray sky, which was painted by green, pink and gold colors, among others. The hues were actually colorful that amazed her. She could say it was a beautiful sight. Somehow. Despite her current predicament, no matter how worrisome it may be, she could still appreciate the beauty of her surroundings.

But it’s so darn hot!

The hard ground was gray and arid that cracks scattered everywhere. It was like a barren, endless land. The only thing that could be seen in this area was a standing mushroom-like silver building. There were small capsules or saucer-like ships that docked on top of it. They were soundless that if Bituin hadn’t looked up, she wouldn’t know those were there. 

They were led into a small metal door, which was opened by one of the green gigantic aliens through its palm pressed at the center of it. The door hissed open, sliding to the right. They paraded down the tube-like pathway that reminded Bituin of a sewer. The only difference was that it now felt cool here, and it was fairly clean. The smell was neutral, not bad or good. She could just not point out what kind of odor it was. All she knew was that it was… unearthly.

Of course, I’m not on Earth anymore! she thought sarcastically.

They would’ve walked less than a couple minutes, and they were all shoved into a black rectangular room. There, the temperature was comfortable for the prisoners.

“I can’t see!” one complained.

A green alien, next to Bituin, grunted. He left when the dim light was then turned on as though magically. It came from the floor that looked like black glass.

“Where are we?” Another one asked, a stunning Black woman in her mid or late twenties.