With a growl of pain, he finally came to his senses again. He lay quite still at first as he was lying on his right side, his eye shut, feeling his head hurt.

It feels like my head is about to blow. Harlock thought silently.

Suddenly he realized that his hands were bound behind his back by some strange strong handcuffs. He tried to get lose from the cuffs by trying to pull his arms apart from each other and twist his wrists to loosen the cuffs. He tried to twist his body around to see it it helped to strengthen his pulling on the hands. This struggle kept on for a wile before he had to rest a bit. He was out of breath and was lying breathing heavy.

He was dressed in a black tight suit with a white skull and cross bones over his chest. He had two belts around his hips both with a golden buckle with the skull and crossbones decorating it. The lowest belt had some sheath for his guns but they were gone.

Shit, both the Cosmo dragoon and my gravity saber is gone and it looks like who ever took them also took my cape as well. He cursed to himself, his hazel brown left eye glowed with hate as he saw this.

Harlocks hazel brown hair fell in front of the black patch over is right eye and almost covered it again as he got himself up sitting on the bed. He had a scar in a line over his nose bone and down his left cheek.

Sitting in an upright position he tried again to get his hands free but again there was hopeless to try. Resting for a moment he rested his head on the wall behind him.

How the hell did I end up here? He looked at the celling trying to make his foggy and hurting brain work.

Last I remember clearly is that we had landed on a small planet to make some repairs on the Arcadia. As he tough back the memory's started to come back to him.

After Tochiro had looked over the damage from the surprise attack done by a strange ship, it was clear that they needed new parts to make all the repairs done. Harlock had stayed back on the Arcadia to see if there was any sign of the ship that had attacked them. The hole thing was strange. Out of nowhere a small ship had appeared in front of them, blasting a few good shots at them and as the Arcadia started to shot back it took of and disappeared again. There had been no signs of any other attacks and no sign of any ships at all.

"This is strange, the shots that they fired was good shots, but it did not to much damage on us, Why did they not try to get at least one good hit on us?" Harlock asked as he was looking out on the barren waste land outside the ship.

"Maybe they weren't trying to really hit us?" Mime said as she came up behind him. Her Blue hair glimmering in the sunlight, she had her yellow eyes firmly on Harlock. Harlock turned and looked at her. Feeling a bad feeling in is gut, Harlock turned around and went out to caught up to his friend as Tochiro had already left to find the parts they needed.

Harlock had found Tochiro sitting in a small bar talking to a young girl. Harlock looked quickly over the saloon. The saloon was half full of a small gang of men playing cards. It looked like a rough bunch but no one really cared that Harlock had entered the bar. Tochiro was sitting at the bar next to a beautifully young girl. They looked a bit like an odd couple as Tochiro was much shorter than her. His short body was hiding behind a large brown cape. And his brown hair and large glasses were hiding underneath a large hat. The Girl had chocolate brown hair that flowed down her back. Her eyes were sea blue like the simple dress she had on. Around her neck there hang a pendant shaped like a simple tube. As Harlock moved towards them he heard that the young girl knew something about the strange ship that attacked the Arcadia.

"Tochiro." Harlock said as he come up to them.

"Harlock! You gave me a bit of a scare there." Tochiro said as he turned around to Harlock. He looked at Harlock with a small smile before turning his head towards the young girl who was looking at Harlock with fear in her eyes until Harlock looked back at her. She quickly drooped her eyes to the floor, but Harlock could see that her hands were shaking. Tochiro who apparently did not see this and started to introduce Harlock.

"Harlock, this is Dora. She helped me find a shop that had the parts we needed and also she knows about the ship that attacked us." Harlock looked at her. She seemed scared and sad like something was troubling her..

"I don't know much about it, I'm afraid. Just that this is int the first time it has attacked ships around here. They seem to enjoy just shooting at people and run away after a few shots." She said looking down on the floor.

"Hmm, have they been here long?" Harlock asked wondering what was making her so scared.

Dora shaked her head, as she was still looking down "Only two other ships have been attacked."

Suddenly from the outside of the saloon a rain of blast fire passed though the walls. Harlock ducked out of the way and grabbed his gun holding it ready as it seemed like the shooting stopped. The men that had been playing cards were hiding under anything they could. Harlock stood behind a pillar in the room and Tochiro and Dora was ducking down under a table to the left for Harlock. He gave his friend a quick look to see that he was unhurt. As Tochiro nodded Harlock turned again towards the outside. Suddenly in the corner of his eye Harlock saw something shiny in Dora's hand. Reacting by instinct Harlock grabbed Tochiro and picked him up, kinda throwing him over the bar. As he did this he suddenly got a cloud of gas in his face as the shiny tube that Dora was holding had a knock out gas in it.

"Damm! A trap.". Harlock cursed as he was struggling trying to keep himself from passing out, but after a few seconds the world went dark as his body gave in.

Harlock growled as he remembered how he was captured.

but by who? he though as he looked around in his cell.

It was not a big room at all. It had a small table and a sort of chair shaped like a box right next to him. The were a big window right next to his bed. The walls were white as the rest of the room and a pentagram white door locked him in. The bed he was sitting on had a white madras and he suddenly realized that there was foot chains handing from the end of the bed.

This means that either I were captured by bounty hunters or the military finally got me. But the tactic to capture me is not the military s style at all. Seems more like bounty hunters. He got up and stood in front of the window.

The darkness of the universe and the weak light from some distant stars were all he could see.

Sighing to himself he realized that he could not see any familiar stars, and that he had no clue to were in the universe he was.

Author's Note:

after getting reviews on this one I found that I wanted to make to first chapter longer. Having how Harlock got captured in this chapter and not in the third as I first planned.

Hope it got a bit better now feel free to tell me if I can improve it even more.

Ligthingtooth