A Knight in Shining Armour
Nine is bored.
It happens from time to time, being a prisoner in a highly secured alien war camp. He doesn't exactly get the best treatment - he's not entirely expecting to be showered with luxuries. The thought is amusing, though, and that gets him thinking. He imagines the Mogadorians taking him out of his cell, giving him his own cell and forcing him to watch crappy reality tv 24/7. Now that would be real torture.
He shivers.
Where's a knight in shining armour when I need one?
He's had thoughts like these before, often actually. It's one of the thoughts which keeps him fighting. At first it was Sandor, until… yeah.
Now he daydreams about the other Garde, when he's doing push ups and other exercises to keep him fit, and when he tries to sleep.
Their faces, genders and numbers change frequently.
He's doing sit ups and daydreaming about a muscled redhead female, Number Five, disabling the power and freeing him so they could kick Mog ass together. She may also have been wearing a miniskirt and leather boots.
When he stops with the sit ups, he realises something is wrong. Wrong for the Mogs, meant right for him.
Minutes later, he's free.
Two guys are standing in the (ash covered, he notes in admiration) corridor.
The larger one introduces himself as Number Four.
Hmmm, Nine thinks, I wonder what he'd look like in a miniskirt.